C'était bien [le petit bal perdu] [English translation]

It was just after the war

in a little ball that had seen better days,

on a miserable dance floor.

There were these two who danced

under the sky amidst rubble,

in this little ball that was called...

that was called... that was called...

No, I can't recall the name of the lonely ball,

but I do remember these two lovers

who saw nothing around them.

Their gestures were so

care free and full of emotion

that it does not matter

how the ball was called.

No, I can't recall the name of the lonely ball,

but I remember they were happy,

lost in each other's eyes,

and it felt good. It felt good.

They drank from the same glass,

eyes still locked together.

They prayed for the same thing,

being happy for ever and ever.

They smiled among the rubble

in this little ball that was called...

that was called... that was called...

No, I can't recall the name of the lonely ball,

but I do remember these two lovers

who saw nothing around them.

Their gestures were so

care free and full of emotion

that it does not matter

how the ball was called.

No, I can't recall the name of the lonely ball,

but I remember they were happy,

lost in each other's eyes,

and it felt good. It felt good.

And then when the accordion

stopped playing, they went away.

Night was falling upon the dancefloor,

the rubble and my very life.

It looked all forlorn again,

this little ball that was called...

that was called... that was called...

No, I can't recall the name of the lonely ball,

but I do remember these two lovers

who saw nothing around them.

The street was so alight

with these two,

so what does it matter

how the ball was called?

No, I can't recall the name of the lonely ball,

but I do remember we were happy,

lost in each other's eyes,

and it felt good. It felt good.