I woke up this morning baby The blues was pouring out of me" Cent fois ces mots je les ai dits Ces mots que d'autres avaient ecrits De toute ma voix, de toute mon ame Le blues comme on me l'a appris Mais ce matin la, j'ai compris The blues was pouring out of me" A hundred times I said those words Those words others wrote With all my voice, with all my soul The blues like I learned it But that morning, I understood La peine aux longs champs de coton J'imaginais de mon cocon Les coups, le sang, les temps boueux J'avais mal en fermant les yeux The hard work in the cotton fields I was imagining in my cocoon The hits, the blood, the mud weather I was hurt while closing my eyes J'ai des pardons, j'ai des prieres Mais l'blues c'est pas des phrases en l'air I have forgives, I have prayers But the blues isn't sentences you throw in the air Mais ce matin t'as vraiment froid Tu comprends du fond de ta poitrine Tous les blues sont ecrits pour toi But this morning you're really cold You understand deep in your chest All the blues are written for you Nobody knows how I really feel Nobody knows, nobody cares" Les mots te brulent un par un comme s'ils Comme s'ils t'appartiennent enfin Ces blues etaient les tiens Nobody knows how I really feel Nobody knows, nobody cares" Words are burning your one by one like if Like if they are finally yours Those blues were yours De toute ma voix, toute mon ame, "with all the soul that I can" Le blues qu'on n'm'a jamais appris Nobody knows, nobody sees" With all my voice, all my soul, "with all the soul that I can" The blues I was never taught Nobody knows, nobody sees"