L'accordéoniste [English translation]

The prostitute is pretty

At the corner of the street there

She has customers

Who fill her stocking

When her work finishes

She goes at her turn

Searching a bit of dream

In a ball at the suburb

Her man is an artist

It's a weird little guy

An accordionist

Who know how to play java1

She listens to the java

But she doesn't dance it

She doesn't even look at the dancing floor

And her loving eyes

Follow the nervous play

And the dry and long fingers of the artist

It enters in her skin

From below, from above

She feels like singing

It's physical

All her being is tensed

Her breath is suspended

She's off her head on music

The prostitute is sad

At the corner of the street there

Her accordionist

Has left, being a soldier

When he'll come back from the war

They'll take a house

She will be the cashier

And he'll be the boss

How beautiful will be life

They'll be true pashas

And every evening for her

He'll play the java

She listens to the java

That she hums in low voice

She sees again her accordionist

And her loving eyes

Follow the nervous play

And the dry and long fingers of the artist

It enters in her skin

From below, from above

She feels like crying

It's physical

All her being is tensed

Her breath is suspended

She's off her head on music

The prostitute is alone

At the corner of the street there

The girls who pouts

The men don't want them

And too bad if she dies

Her man won't come back

Goodbye all her beautiful dreams

Her life is screwed

Nevertheless her sad legs

Lead her to a boui-boui2

Where there's another artist

Who plays all the night

She listens to the java...

... She hears the java

... She closed her eyes

... And the dry and long fingers...

It enters in her skin

From below, from above

She feels like shouting

It's physical

Then to forget

She started to dance, to roll

At the sound of the music

...STOP!

Stop the music!

1. Java is a sort of music and dance2. A boui-boui is a bar of bad reputation.