Le Chat Du Café Des Artistes

When you're dead, you're dead
When you stop laughing, you're no longer living
When I cut the string
Put me in a trash can
Let me rot for a month
And from there, throw me to the cat
Let him refuse my spleen and my liver
But choose the time so that he eats my heart
And I'll stay with you
On your shoulders and your knees
Let me be, since we must exist
The cat from the artists' coffee

And if the bread runs out
I'll be there, and don't hesitate
Break my legs and my neck
And then eat me straight from the cat

It won't be the first time
That we've eaten an artist

When you're dead, you're dead
When you stop laughing, you're no longer living
When he cut the string
They put him in a trash can

And then they forgot me there
La, la, la la, la, la la la
How they forgot the cat
How they will forget my face and my songs

It won't be the last time
That we will forget an artist

When you're dead, you're dead
When you stop laughing, you're no longer living
When he cut the string
They put him in a trash can

And then they forgot me there
La, la, la la, la, la la la
La, la, la la, la, la la la