Le tournis [English translation]

I get vertigo when I think about it.

I get vertigo.

We spent all day long on Sundays,

all day long in bed

or on the blue Vespa when on holidays

at the Amalfi bay.

I get vertigo when I think about it

and I also get restless.

Sun for everyone and God for those

who secretly dream of being in love.

It's precisely Sunday

and I write these words to you.

I'm on the shores of the English Channel.

I wanted to see the boats.

The blue sky is gone now,

it's all white, all cloudy.

I wanted to see the sailing boats.

I saw my life as a parade.

And I see everything is dancing.

It's vertigo, I think.

I get vertigo when I think

of the afternoon demons.

We baptised every room

and the gardens as well.

I get vertigo when I think about it.

I get vertigo

and I get lost in my sweaters and sleeves.

I'm no longer hungry.

Sun for everyone and God for those

who secretly dream of being in love.

The Sunday night film

bores me out from now on.

I see nothing but a black screen,

nothing but shades of grey.

The blue sky is gone now,

it's all white, all cloudy.

I wanted to see the sailing boats.

I saw my life as a parade.

And I see everything is dancing.

It's vertigo, I think.

And it all restarts.

Tomorrow is Monday

and you won't come back.

It gets me vertigo.

It turns around and seems like a month.

It all turns around me.

It's vertigo, I think.