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Complete Prévert’s poem, thanks to Google Translate: black hair black hair caressed by the waves black hair black hair mussed by the wind Fog September fleet behind trees the sun is a lime And Misery in his empty car trail by three blond children too through the rubble and goes to sea black hair black hair caressed by the waves black hair black hair mussed by the wind With tons of iron the debris of reinforced concrete like a dead dog legs in the air The Raft of the Admiralty lying motionless on the rollers black hair black hair ruffled by waves black hair black hair caressed by the wind Sun lime washed away by time the voice of the siren is a child's voice . lalali lalala the voice of the siren is a child's voice .