Will we never hear midnight sound

                             Always
We shall go further and never get anywhere

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

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

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

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

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

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

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