La Foule [English translation]

I see once more the city in celebration and delirium

Suffocating under the sun and with joy

And I hear in the music the screams, the laughter

Which burst and rebound around me

And lost among these people who crush me

Dazed, bewildered, I remain there

When suddenly I turn around, he moves back,

And the crowd comes and throws me into his arms...

Taken by the crowd which drags us

We are carried

Crushed against one another

We form one body

And flow without effort

We push, connected to one another

And we are both left

Lightened up, intoxicated and happy…

Carried by the crowd that springs

And dances a mad Farandole (local dance)

Our two hands remain welded

And sometimes raised

Our two intertwined bodies fly away

And both fall down

Lightened up, intoxicated and happy...

And the joy splashed by his smile

Goes through me and falls right to the bottom of me

But suddenly I force a cry among the laughter

When the crowd comes to tear him from my arms…

Taken by the crowd that drags us,

We are carried,

We are separated from one another

I struggle and fight

But the sound of his voice

Drowns in the laughter of the others

And I shout in grief, fury and rage

And I cry…

Carried by the crowd that springs

And dances a mad Farandole (local dance)

I am taken far away

And I clench my fists, cursing the crowd which steals from me

The man that it had given me

And that I will never meet again…