Mandolino City [English translation]

And before, at school,

It was a real passion,

for your shoes,

the ones with the black leather,

with pointed tips,

The blows and the mess,

Bistouille*

Without interest!

You dance entering,

the sidewalk by foot.

You know the music,

You don't love anyone but her,

The beauty,

of Parisian Café-tabac*

If your grandmother is from the countryside,

Your feet

echoed

more than once

on the cobblestone,

roads,

when you sang,

at the top of your voice,

In Paris,

the Italians of Auber*,

know how to laugh,

and if Mandolino City,

passes through the tips of their lips,

They will whistle it to you,

or they will sing it,

with all their hearts.