Le chat du café des artistes [English translation]

(chorus)

When death is here, it’s here to stay

When laughter is over, life is over too

When I cut the strings for good

Ditch me in the garbage bin

Hang me like a pheasant for a month

Then throw my ripen flesh to the cat

He may refuse to eat my head and my liver

But choose the right time to offer him my heart

So I may stay with you a little while

On your shoulders and on your knees

And I may be, as we all have to exist,

The cat of the artists’ café

If bread grows scarce

I will be there, do not hesitate

Break my legs and my neck

And eat me straight from the cat

It won’t be the first time

An artist is devoured

(chorus)

There and then they forgot about me

Lalalalalala…

Just like they forgot about the cat

And will forget my face and my songs

It won’t be the last time

An artist is forgotten

(chorus)

There and then they forgot about me

Lalalalalala…