Marchand de rêves [English translation]

Dream-merchant

With your hollow boat

Surrounded by miserable women

Dream-merchant

On the blood lake shore

No one is up now

When the sun gets low

And all the yellow-skinned children

With faun eyes

Like bursting balloons

Dream-merchant

Dream-merchant

Go farther away

Spilling your golden powder

No one is up now in the streets (5)

No one is up now in the streets of Angkor (2)

Amidst dancing girls

With curved lips

You can see the nails, the fingers

Of those who fell (2)

Dream-merchant

On the blood lake shore

No one is up now

When the sun gets low

With your red powder

Your golden eyes, your boat

And children still moving

Inside the bag

Dream-merchant

Go farther away

Deep in the slanting eyes

In the golden eyes

No one is up now in the streets of Angkor

No one is up now in the streets

With your red powder

Your golden eyes, your boat

And the children still moving

Inside the bag

Dream-merchant

Go farther away

Hit harder

In the deathly silence

No one is up now in the streets of Angkor

No one is up now in the streets

Dream-merchant

Go farther away

Spilling your golden powder

No one is up now in the streets...

No one is up now in the streets of Angkor...

Amidst dancing girls

With curved lips

You can see the nails, the fingers

Of those who fell (2)

Dream-merchant

Go still farther away

In your boat on the shore

Dream-merchant

Let them fall from the bag

These cut heads

That are still singing

No one is up now in the streets of Angkor