Sitting on the border of the Nile
She'll be absorbed in an echo
Who'll take her far away, all the way up
About what dreams a little girl
About Africa or Manilla
That will secretly buy her a new coat
On the velours of a bird's wing

It's in the air...
Unperceived...
That intoxicates her with a new breeze
And no more rounds in the water
And in the air...
Flying over the earth...
Turn the wind, the clock and the words
This girl had a warm heart

About what dreams a little girl
When the evening obscures her
That the dawn will give her a suprise
Who'll let her rise like a bird

About what dreams a little girl
Sitting on the edge of her bed
A stream with a hundred colours, a painting,
Especially the interior is false.