La Superbe [English translation]

Thank God, we are always at the mercy

Of a conifer,

Of a new silence,

Of one hanky-panky,

The sun is sitting on the wrong side of the sea,

What an adventure, what an adventure...

Thank God, we are always at the mercy

Of a bus shelter,

Don't stay here, we can hear

The angelus ringing

The sun is lovely,

Sadder than the Gruss circus

What an adventure, what an adventure...

Thank God, we are always at the mercy

Of a spiral,

Of a glass of Campari,

Of the crew's goodwill,

Paris is so small when you swim back there

What an adventure, what an adventure...

Strolling around, smelling,

Smelling the unusual flame...

Winning, losing

Losing your winning hand, your pride...

Thank God, we are always at the mercy

Of filthy love,

Of a simple denial,

Of a bad life,

Of a bad patch

Silence is as oppressive

As an aircraft carrier passing by,

What an adventure, what an adventure...

Thank God, we are always at the mercy

Of a sacrifice,

Of a death on credit,

Of a prejudice arisen out of damage,

The sun is escaping,

As a soap suddenly slipping away,

What an adventure, what an adventure...

Strolling around, smelling,

Smelling the unusual flame...

Winning, losing

Losing your winning hand, your pride...

Thank God, we are always at the mercy

Of a sleeping pill,

Of the crumbling ceiling

You're watching when you're lying down,

The sun is gone,

The snow falling on the flagstones,

What an adventure, what an adventure...

Thank God, we are always at the mercy

Of a streetlight,

Of a dormant pain,

Of a winter night's chaste spleen,

The inimical old age

Remains the cornerstone

What an adventure, what an adventure...

Strolling around, smelling,

Smelling the unusual flame...

Winning, losing

Losing your winning hand, your pride...

Thank God, we are always at the mercy

Of a spark,

Somewhere in Paris,

At the far end of a hotel bar,

From the next life on

I dream for us to always be faithful,

What an adventure, what an adventure...