Comme elle vient [English translation]

Turning into a king

Baying at the moon

Seeking fame and fortune

Just to drag one’s weight

And risk complacence

When you think you’ve made it

Buzz in the draughts

Usher in the alternative

Rise up one should

He’s classy actually

Or else take the sap

As it comes

Again and again

You see it the deep blue

Of tricky fireworks

And you even feel them a little better

In times of eclipse

From one day to the next

You find you can’t make it up

From scratch like that

Catching such a long shot on the volley

As it comes

Again and again

As it comes

Best as you can

It’s cruel and artless

Impartial, bless ‘m

Like an arrow

Like a stake

It’s good for memory

How do you feel being in the middle?

Hey comrade

If the die is cast

To the tunes of masquerade

One can always laugh it off

And all along the draughts

You see lovers

That still can transform their nerves

Into tasty posies

Seasons there will be

Torrid ones and wan ones

I can still keep your name

I can also say I like it