Le beau bizarre [English translation]

On that dancerless dance-ring,

Under the round ball,

With colours, lights, fragrances

Linked all to all,

I am the odd dandy

Who chanced to be here.

Bitter has turned the whisky.

Daylight - was yesterday.

But the band in their garments,

A bit faded,

Play the void of my existence,

Desintegrated.

If I wear my black vest

It's not aimlessly

It's the colour I like best.

White - was yesterday.