CHORUS:
The tavern closed its shutters.
The merry triplets
rung out of the accordion.
We see, as on a screen
Worrying profiles
Whose shadows play.
We say, however, a strong,
Who curled the scaffold
For the selling who beguiled,
Just entered, furious,
Vengeful ...
Yes, but...
The tavern closed its shutters.
The pace of not ... uncertain ...
Suddenly...
If it's time?
And the plaintive accordion,
Fearful,
Its a home! ...
curses of male voices
And groans,
The fall of heavy bodies,
Surly, heavy blows.
CHORUS:
The tavern closed its shutters.
The same sound worried
of the frozen accordion.
It is seen, as on a screen,
Panting couples
Whose shadows grimace.
We guess, shock, fury
Beefy sweaty
Rolling and hug,
We would like to see
And knowledge.
Yes, but...
The tavern closed its shutters.
Calm returns abruptly.
Really,
Was it an illusion?
Why these convulsive sobs,
Stealth? ...
Women weep.
There, behind a group
By the Seine
Some cursed package
In that dark night ...
CHORUS:
The tavern opened its shutters.
The merry triplets
Accordion fuse.
Lanterns light, discreet,
The perky couples
In their confused shadows.
They say that tonight the burly
Who curled the scaffold
For who sold rusent,
Came out very gay.
Is it true ?
Yes, but...
The tavern had put its shutters ...