Our story is noble and tragic
As the face of a tyrant not fun not for everyone

 

Finally I have a right to greet strangers
Who pass and gather a little ways off

Will we never hear midnight sound

Open up can’t you hear me crying at your door

                             Always
We shall go further and never get anywhere

Men of the future remember me
I lived in the days when there stopped being kings

My mouth will have ardors of Gehenna
My mouth will be a hell for you of sweetness and seduction

The peoples of the earth rushed to find out who they were
The dead shivered with fear in their dark dwellings

And our past loves.
Do I really have to remember all that again

I have had the courage to look back
At the dead bodies of my days

Under the Mirabeau Bridge there flows the Seine                    Must I recall          Our loves recall how then After each sorrow joy came back again