Le Chat du Café des artistes [English translation]

When you're dead, you're dead

When you don't laugh anymore, it's 'cause you're not alive anymore

When I have cut the string

Put me in with the rubbish

Let me stale over for a month

And from there toss me to the cat

Who'll refuse my liver and my spleen

But choose the hour from which he'll eat my heart

And yet I am with you

On your shoulders, and on your knees

May I be, because one must carry on.

The Cat from the Café des Artistes

And if the bread runs out

I'll be there, you needn't hesitate

Break my paws and my neck

And then eat me, the cat, as well.

It wouldn't be the first time

That one eats an artist.

When you're dead, you're dead

When you don't laugh anymore, it's 'cause you're not alive anymore

When I have cut the string

Put me in with the rubbish.

And then they'll forget me there

There there there....

Like they've forgotten the cat

Like they've forgotten my head and my songs

It wouldn't be the last time

That they forget an artist

When you're dead, you're dead

When you don't laugh anymore, it's 'cause you're not alive anymore

When I have cut the string

Put me in with the rubbish.

And then they forget me there

There there there....