Station Quatre Septembre [English translation]

We met one morning station september the fourth1

Recognized the day after to go out drink a coffee together

We've come a long way, at least it seems to me

Since the first glass of wine until the last kiss without the tongue

We knew the back yards, the cold of december

The ingenues, who play footsie with the tenderfoot

The moist nights laying down on the coco and the ashes

The gnarly wine, the naked misery but what happiness together

Even in the next century, I'll still speak about it

Even in the next century, I'll still speak about it

Even in the next century, I'll still speak about it

Even in the next century, I'll still speak about it

We lost each other one morning station september the fourth

Frenzied, drunk of that wine who gives you almond-shaped eyes

We hugged some walls, you had raised some legs

What a silly thought, saying farewell to those housing schemes

Farewell tender nights, farewell caresses, farewell almond milk

Farewell relative glee to take a coffee together

Even in the next century, I'll still speak about it

Even in the next century, I'll still speak about it

Even in the next century, I'll still speak about it

Even in the next century, I'll still speak about it

I'll still cry about it

Even in the next century, I'll still speak about it

Even in the next century, I'll still speak about it

Even in the next century, I'll still speak about it

Even in the next century, I'll still speak about it

I'll still cry about it

It is named for the date of 4 September 1870, the date Napoleon III fell and the Third French Republic was proclaimed.