Le vent fou [English translation]

At first I heard his grandiose groan

Contaminating everything that stood in his way

Both things and people

Then I went to see the trees bow down

Feeling solidarity with them as I sometimes do

Perhaps too often

Buttons all fastened, collar raised up

A useless precaution, this unbridled horse

Over the fences

Getting into everywhere, even more into my soul

And all of a sudden cleaving, like a breakwater

All my lamentations

A wild wind has risen up

A wild wind has risen up

But what do you bring me, what do you want?

It’s too late for embers, too late for fire

should‘ve blown before

Help the miller to mill his flour instead

Make the sailboat skim the ocean waves

And give me a break

Sow dandelions if that keeps you busy

Carry voices, lift up skirts

Make hair dance

Drop a bit of fruit on the next Newton

But hold back your breath that tells me that autumn

Has fallen on us both

Has fallen on us both

But oh how he blows

Oh how he whistles

Oh how he swells

Oh how he slaps

Bleak landscape or branches barely broken

I’ll find out tomorrow, if I go out, the extent

Of the damage you’ve made

But don’t sweep away our ashes, they’re all I have left

If I want to scatter them, I’ll know how to do it

When I’m ready

A wild wind has risen up

A wild wind has risen up