If I come back one fine morning from Borneo
Laden with flowers and gifts
And songs for you grandma
If I come back one fine morning from Borneo
I I will of course have saved my skin
And the war will be over
If I lied, if I wrote to you a few times
May the island Was a paradise
How pretty the savannah was
In truth I couldn't tell you
That lurking in the hollow of the forests
It was not worth much my life
If I come back one fine morning from Borneo
Loaded with flowers and gifts
And songs for you grandma
If I come back one fine morning from Bornéo o
I will of course have saved my skin
And the war will be over
I listen to the song of the wind
I invent lulling refrains
Who sometimes take me very far from my misfortunes
My only native friends share my fear with me
Poor me poor me
If I come back one beautiful morning from Borneo
Laden with flowers and gifts
And songs for you grandma
If I come back one beautiful morning from Borneo
I will have of course saved my skin
And the war will be over
We will laugh when we reread what I wrote
That the island was a paradise
How pretty the savannah was
The truth yes I will not hide it
Like the story of this king
Who believed in us what madness
I will come back one fine morning from Borneo
I will have neither flowers nor gifts
My songs for you grandma
I will come back one fine morning from Borneo
I will have of course saved my skin
And the war will be over