Le métèque [English translation]

With my face of a bloody wog

Wandering Jew or Greek shepherd

And my hair to the four winds

With my eyes all washed-out

That give me the look of a dreamer

I who don’t often dream any longer

With my hands of a petty thief

Of a musician and of a prowler

Which have pilfered from so many gardens

With my mouth which has drunk

Which has kissed and which has bitten

Without ever satisfying its hunger

With my face of a bloody wog

Wandering Jew or Greek shepherd

Of a petty thief and a vagrant

With my skin which has taken on

The sun of all the summers

And every petticoat within reach

With my heart which has known how to

Make suffer as much as it has suffered

Without making a fuss for all that

With my soul which no longer has

The least chance of salvation

To avoid the purgatory

With my face of a bloody wog

Wandering Jew or Greek shepherd

And my hair to the four winds

I’ll come, my sweet captive

My soul mate, my living spring

I’ll come and drink of your youth

And I’ll become a prince of blood

A dreamer or else a teenager

However you like to choose

And we will make of every day

The whole of an eternity of love

Which we will live to the utmost

And we will make of every day

The whole of an eternity of love

Which we will live to the utmost