Mon français [English translation]

I saw you leap into the crowd

I saw you make hands go up

And finally ready for action

Starting a revolution as you clenched your fist

I saw you sing as they like

I saw you dance as they lead

Trembling as you came off the stage

You were sweating as they were

And in your pocket fairgrounds

The words that get the crowds shouting

And the tone which calms nerves

Yet I will not exchange

My Frenchman who reeks of

Cheap wine

The bar around the corner, the musette

The fields of lavender and violet

I will continue to hang on to the moustache

Of the one who soothed me

Subtle or boyish songs

You are the mark

The fake smile of embarrassment

The Reggiani his wrinkled skin

The Moustaki his freedom

I will probably waltz with a Parisian

Under the Chinese lanterns if I find a string with which we can get them hooked**

But I loved

To hold on to the barriers

That separate your stage from the Earth

To feel myself right in the middle

Jumping to the rhythm

More or less

I listened as long as your feet hit the ground

I must confess, that your words

The shiver running all over your hands

Will be enough for me till tomorrow

We will be all be sweating

And in our pockets fairgrounds

The words that get the crowds shouting

And tones that calm nerves

Yet I will not exchange

My Frenchman who reeks of

Cheap wine

The bar around the corner, the musette

The fields of lavender and violet

It will be white wine under the tunnel nets

The refuge of my old song

I play at the end of the afternoon

And when the sun is away

I will hold on to the barriers

That separate your stage from the Earth

I am going to listen as much to your feel thumping the ground

I must confess, that your words

We will all be sweating

And in our pocket fairgrounds

The words that get the crowds shouting

And tones that calm nerves