Appât de velours [English translation]

Master Raven, on a tree

perched holding a piece of cheese in his beak

Mr. Fox, with an enticed look in his eye,

Strikes up a conversation

What must I do, what are my options

My expectations are harbored illusions

I haven't found the solutions

to my problems at all

The raven answers make a decision

come on my boy, stop playing dumb

You mustn't cry nor play the grump

You are consumed with passion

Okay, easy to say but I have urgent needs

I want to bite the apple when the occasion arises

You have wings, so therefore, a head start

I want to shift the balance

The ages will spend the time testing your virtues

Little Fox it will take a lot of courage

to finish without being lost

Let the storm pass

Behind it, the sun is shining. Haven't you seen it?

If I told you, everything could change. Do you believe me?

Lady Raven, I have well meditated

I've ran around in circles and I have well thought it out

but I haven't found any solutions

to my problems at all

Listen, you are big and you aren't an idiot

It's you, the fox and me the raven

The only solution that I have found

is to put your story in a song

Okay, easy to say but then it gets complicated

I want the right to an sanctuary, a poetic sanctuary

The balance is fragile and that makes my heart panic

He thinks my art is dramatic

Come, sit down next to the fountain

Come away from your world and tell us about your problems

The fox rambles as he leaves, his burrow is apparently

too big for him, all alone

In the absence of morals or patience

It's necessary to find a moral in this sense of existence

That's how I found this little proverb

The hens are cows anyway

This time, it's too much Mr. Fox

You drunk too much and ate too much caviar

There, you are corrupted by hopelessness

Stop becoming such a ninny

I have to sleep on it

our truths tonight aren't tired

invert the time

Everything we trace rocks so quickly, like a tightrope

Little fox, you're walking in circles, and so is life

You're lacking patience Mister Fox

Come, go to bed, for it is late

Your setbacks are a gift, I can be an option

Put your story in a song