Le Chat du Café des artistes [English translation]

When we're dead it means we're dead

When we don't laugh anymore it means we don't live anymore

When I'll have cut the string

Put me in a trashcan

Let me rot for a month

And from there throw me to the cat

May he decline my spleen and my liver

But choose the right time so that he eats my heart

And that I stay with you

On your shoulders and you laps

May I be since we have to exist

The cat from the artists' café

And if the bread runs short

I'll be there and don't hesitate

Break my legs and my neck

And then eat me from the cat on

It wouldn't be the first time

An artist is eaten

When we're dead it means we're dead

When we don't laugh anymore it means we don't live anymore

When he cut the string

He was put in a trashcan

And then they forgot me there

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The same way they forgot the cat

The same way they'll forget my face and my songs

It won't be the last time

An artist is forgotten

When we're dead it means we're dead

When we don't laugh anymore it means we don't live anymore

When he cut the string

He was put in a trashcan

And the they forgot me there

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