Tous les amoureux chantent

In the street,
All the lovers sing,
All the lovers sing
Songs of the street.
Above them,
The sun pours down on them
And the crowd and the world
Drown them in the chaos.

In the street, Suzon with Jean-Pierre
Sing in their own way
Songs of the street.
She’s so blonde…
As blonde as a ray of sunshine.
Her curls wander,
Cutting through the sky
Into round halos
And him…
Just a little guy from our town,
That’s all.
They’re not even forty between them.
Long live the lovers of the street!

In the street,
All the lovers sing,
All the lovers sing
Songs of the street.
Above them,
The sun pours down on them
And the crowd and the world
Drown them in the chaos.

But what’s going on in the chaos,
In the chaos of the street?
It’s Suzon running frantic
Without Jean-Pierre… without Jean-Pierre…
Frantic…
In the street,
Suzon cries, cries for her love.
Watch out…
Cars, bikes honking.
They’re ringing, whistling, shouting Watch out!
A screech of brakes…

In the street,
All the lovers cry,
All the lovers cry
In the street.
Above them,
The sun and the circle,
The crazy circle,
Of the world laughing
Because the chaos mocks the lovers
Who are dying,
Who are dying in the street…