J’ai gardé l’accent traducción al Inglés

Yes, I kept the accent that we
catches when born near Marseille
It's garlic from the vegetable garden, oil from the olive tree, grapes from the vine
It's the hackberry tree where the schoolchildren play,
Let a cicada brighten up
When the sea of Pagnol retains its waves
Falls asleep while daydreaming
And dreams of a sailor who gives her the ring
The sea in our accent
When the Mistral wind blows the merchants' hair
Playing the Almighty
And he makes the sky bluer than lavender
The wind in our accent
Yes, I kept the accent that we
catches when born near Marseille
It's my father's farmhouse,
with honey-colored walls, red tomatoes
It's the roof tile, like a bit of dialect that the sunny evening
When the night of Daudet at the mills sets sail
Which turn while screeching
And the sky is teeming with millions of stars
The sea in our accent
When the summer of Giono returns in transhumance
And that the summer visitors imitate while laughing
The language of Provence
The world in our accent
Yes, I kept the accent that we
catches when born near Marseille
It's the accent of the bell tower,
the shepherds' Christmas in the night of wonders
It is the pride of Provence, the glory of Mistral
It's Mireille's accent