Quand la musique est bonne [English translation]

I've bled too much on the Gibson

I've roamed around the Tobacco Road

There's only cars that resound

And when I go, I always travel in fraud

Cotton fields in my memory

three tones of blues, it's a bit of black love

When I am too short, when I am too late

It's a resort for another story

When the music is good

When the music gives

When the music rings, rings, rings

When it doesn't cheat

When it guides my steps

I've no more love, I don't have the time

I've no more humor, don't know anymore where the wind comes from

I have only a nail, a spark

Things of lead that break my wings

A little of swing, a little of the King

Lot of feeling and decibels

It's not factory, it's not mine

But it's enough to escape

When the music is good

When the music gives

When the music rings, rings, rings

When it doesn't cheat

When it guides my steps