La Guitare Fait Mal [English translation]

All night, he played his guitar

At the back of an old café

A little sunshine, on the wet tar

The people are leaving, it is almost morning

It is the last song, of a wounded love

Somewhere far from the café, there's war

Like a strange love that will never return

It is all normal and the guitar doesn not... lie

The woman who comes at night, is dressed in black

She smiles when he plays the guitar

She asks for the same song every night

The same song that tells her entire story

And her perfume lingers in the distance

Chairs are stacked, so the place can be swept

It is an entire story to be forgotten

It is all normal and the guitar doesn't... lie

It was not so long ago, not very long ago

He played so he could love her

In spite of the days when he lost his life

In order to see her come, when night fell

He awaits the night and this woman, too

As one awaits his final train

Which will carry him to his true destiny

It is all normal and the guitar does not lie

The guitar does not lie