I'll come and pick you up in the evening
when you come out of work,
put on your red stockings,
I'll wear red socks.

Come with me, we'll leave the path,
we'll explore the thickets and look for springs,
come with me, let's leave everything here,
we'll tell each other lies like in songs.

I come from a world that is a little stupid,
it's not strange that I'm an idiot;
I try ti liven up
but help me as without you I can't.

Go back to you, leave the path,
change the guitars for further and lightning;
and go back to seeing each other in secret,
mix liquors until we suffer delusions.

Come with me, we'll leave the path,
we'll cry laughing and laugh crying.
Come with me, let's leave everything here,
we'll go grape picking in Perpignan.