Trois petites notes de musique [English translation]

Three little notes of music

Have packed up

In the deep of the memory

It is over now with their uproar

They turn the page

And go to sleep.

But one day, without notice

They will come back to your memory.

You, you wanted to forget

A little tarnished tune

In the streets of summer.

You, you will never forget

A street, one summer,

A girl humming

"La la la la, I love you",

Went the tune,

La, la, my love,

Lyrics without anything sublime,

So long as the rhyme

Always brings

A holiday romance

Which, nagging, comes again to you.

True, she was so cute,

So fresh, so blooming,

And you did not pick her up.

True, for her first shudder

She was offering to you a song

To be sung in chorus :

La, la, la, la, every dream

Rhymes with "ending"

Yours does not make any sense,

Finished before it started,

Only as long as a dance,

The time of a chorus.

Three little notes of music,

Poking fun at you

From deep in your memories,

Rise a cruel theater curtain

On a thousand sorrows

Who do not want to die.