Chanteur de charme [English translation]

There's a need to listen to

Tender schoolboy songs

Words dancing on paper

There's a need to believe

All those cheap stories

That rhyme badly but make you feel good

Nothing has ever kept them from being transferred into music

Those simple feelings, romantic clichés

Crooner

It's beautiful, it's big, it's wonderful

Crooner, crooner

Autumn road

Summer passions, colours of the time

Winter sun, spring rain

The story of mankind

The kings, the jesters, the conquerers

Looking for Sleeping Beauty

Well, pianos, moonshine strolling around in prose

And my heart on the front page offering itself foollishly

Crooner

It's beautiful, it's big, it's wonderful

Crooner, crooner

In the commotion

Of our cities I make a vow

Crooner, crooner

Crooner, crooner