Il joue son rôle de coucher de soleil à fond : avec beaucoup d'arrogance, il vient faire ressurgir toute la mélancolie de ces journées au ralenti et me laisse orphelin d'une journée que j'ai à peine connu, que je ne reverrais jamais, que j'ai perdu.
Il disparaît dans son coin, derrière la maison du voisin et me laisse patauger dans mon chagrin.
Je n'ai pas sommeil.
Hé, monsieur l'homme au tambourin, chante moi une chanson..
"Perhaps it's the color of the sun cut flat
An' cov'rin' the crossroads I'm standing at,
Or maybe it's the weather or something like that,
But mama, you been on my mind.
I don't mean trouble, please don't put me down or get upset,
I am not pleadin' or sayin', "I can't forget."
I do not walk the floor bowed down an' bent, but yet,
Mama, you been on my mind.
Even though my mind is hazy an' my thoughts they might be narrow,
Where you been don't bother me nor bring me down in sorrow.
It don't even matter to me where you're wakin' up tomorrow,
But mama, you're just on my mind.
I am not askin' you to say words like "yes" or "no,"
Please understand me, I got no place for you t' go.
I'm just breathin' to myself, pretendin' not that I don't know,
Mama, you been on my mind.
When you wake up in the mornin', baby, look inside your mirror.
You know I won't be next to you, you know I won't be near.
I'd just be curious to know if you can see yourself as clear
As someone who has had you on his mind."
("Mama You Been On My Mind", Bob Dylan)