La Foule [English translation]

I remember the city in celebration and delirium

Suffocating under the sun and the joy

And I hear music in the shouts and laughter

That burst and bounce around me

And lost among these people who upset me

Stunned, bewildered, I stood there

Suddenly, I turn it back,

And the crowd just throw me into his arms.

Carried away by the crowd behind us

We lead

Crushed against each other

We are one body

And flow effortlessly

We shoot, chained to one another

And let us both

Blossomed, drunk and happy.

Carried by the crowd who rushed

And what a mad farandolle

Our hands are welded

And sometimes raised

Our bodies entwined fly

And both fall

Blossomed, drunk and happy

And the joy splashed by her smile

It pierces me and reflects in my heart

But suddenly I uttered a cry from laughter

When the crowd just tears him from my arms

Carried away by the crowd behind us

Leads us, distances us from each other

I fight and I am struggling

But the sound of his voice

Stifled the laughter of others

And I cry of pain, fury and rage

And I cry

Coached by the crowd who rushed

And what a mad farandole

I am swept away

I clenched my fists, cursing the crowd steals

The man she had given me

And I never found