Ma douleur, ma peine [English translation]

You my pain, my sorrow

Who does not leave me

You my painful tune

Who does not release me

It's true that I suffer in silence

But I know that one day I'll end up getting her skin1

It's true that I spat towards the sky,

I was cursing that lack of fluke, that hard luck

And me one day all I will let her

Will be her skin on her bones

She comes up from nightfall

When I'm blue I tell her : "Go toss out !"

You my pain, my sorrow

Who does not leave me

You my painful tune

Who does not release me

You my pain, my sorrow

Who does not leave me

You my painful tune

Please, let me go.

Yes it's true

It's true sometimes I loose patience

And I hate to have landed head first in this skin

A bit like the mistral blowing all year long2

Yes it gives me shivers down my spine

She plays tricks on me, drives me up the river

It goes boom boom boom like a sick thought

She ens up moving, soon enough

Go and drown in the Seine

She comes up from nightfall

To keep hope I tell her : "Go toss out !"

You my pain, my sorrow

Who does not leave me

You my painful tune

Who does not release me

You my pain, my sorrow

Who does not leave me

You my painful tune

Please, let me go

I'm begging you, let me go.

Wherever I go

Night and day alike

You my pain yeah, you my resentment,

We tame each other then we move

And that fear awaiting

I'm telling her : "Go toss out !"

You my pain, my sorrow

Who does not leave me

You my painful tune

Who does not release me

You my pain, my sorrow

Who does not leave me

You my painful tune

Please, let me go

I'm begging you, let me go.

1. Killing her, figuratively.2. The Mistral ("masterly" in provencal) is a northwest wind affecting southern France. It can blow continuously up to a week long, all winter and spring.