Le dernier jour du disco [English translation]

It’s the end, the final morning

The final Jasmine

Don’t let go of my hand

It’s the end, the distant sun

Sets only near you

Don’t let go of me

The last day of disco

I want the history of your skin

To blush like a poppy

The last day of discontent

I want to listen to it in stereo

And to tell you there’s no one more beautiful than you

It’s the end, the bronze statues

Sink in their sorrow

Don’t let go of my hand, it’s the end

The rivers of destiny thrash in panic like this satin

Don’t let me go, I have you

The last day of disco

I want the history of your skin

To blush (ah,ah) like a poppy (like a poppy)

The last day of disco

I want to hear it in stereo

And to say (ah,ah) that there’s no one as beautiful as you (no one as beautiful as you)

It’s the end, the colours suddenly

Confuse themselves into charcoal

Don’t let me go, it’s nothing

It’s the end, I see in the art

Something divine

Your maze, my garden

The last day of disco

I want the history of your skin

To blush (ah,ah) like a poppy (like a poppy)

The last day of disco

I want to hear it in stereo

And to say (ah,ah) that there’s no one as beautiful as you (no one as beautiful as you)

The last day of disco

The last day of disco

The last day of disco

The last day of disco

The last day of disco

The last day of disco

The last day of disco

The last day of disco

The last day of disco

I want the history of your skin

To blush (ah,ah) like a poppy (like a poppy)

The last day of disco

I want to hear it in stereo

And to say (ah,ah) that there’s no one as beautiful as you (no one as beautiful as you)

It’s the end