Translation of ''Deutsche Grammophon'' by Vincent Delerm

Song: Deutsche Grammophon***

Artist: Vincent Delerm 

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♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ 

For a party at five

She puts on Francis Poulenc 

Some Henri Dutilleux 

When she rereads Bourdieu 

The night of the “Chandeleur”*

It's some Gustav Mahler 

Allessandro Scarlatti 

For correcting papers 

She's a Deutsche Grammophon girl 

At first it shocked us 

She masters Telemann 

More than François Feldman

A Harmonia Mundi** girl 

At first it surprised us 

She goes to the pool less 

Than the Aubazine Abbey 

We kissed 

During an etude in D 

Found some common points 

During a harpsichord piece 

The moving memory

Of this first movement 

Has suffered as time has passed 

Because of some unfortunate variations 

She's a Deutsche Grammophon girl 

At first it shocked us 

She masters Furtwrangler 

More than Jean Pierre Mader

A Harmonia Mundi girl 

At first it surprised us 

She goes to Disneyland less 

Than the cloisters of Marmande 

One relives some loves 

While listening to the Cure 

Some vacations in the Catalanes 

Thanks to Duran Duran 

Some pale Englishwomen 

With Joy Division

But I only think again about her 

During Haendel's Messie 

For a party at five

She puts on Francis Poulenc 

Some Henri Dutilleux 

When she rereads Bourdieu 

*Le Chandeleur (Candlemas) is a holiday that occurs on February second, and is similar to the U.S.'s groundhog day. It represents the passing winter and has a great amount of spirituality and superstition associated with it. 

** Harmonia Mundi was one of the earliest producers of gramophones.
***"Deutsche Grammophon" is a brand and should not be translated.

Translation of ''Voici La Ville'' by Vincent Delerm

Song: Voici La Ville (Here Is the City)

Artist: Vincent Delerm

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♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ 

Here is the city 

That I told you about 

Lying immobile, as it was

From here you can see,

From the hill,

The panorama, 

At night, the factories.

Here is the city,

Antique dealers and prefects, 

The obedient bourgeoisie,

The Rouen pharmacists,

From here you can see

The signs, the displays, 

The Seine below,

At night, the factories.

Here is the city 

Where I was searching for 

The eyes of the girls, 

A protective coating defeated. 

From here one sees

A party that is ending 

The antennas on the roofs 

At night, the factories.

From here one sees 

The lovers, the peninsula 

And my life in front of you. 

Here is my city.

Chocolat (Chocolate) by Thomas Fersen

Chocolat (Chocolate) by Thomas Fersen 

My cigarette behind my ear 

And my large sunglasses.

They both hint at what I'm doing,

So people around just stand gaping 

My shoes with a rat's nose 

are tickled by the others' odor

And since they don't have anything to do 

They let their poodle off the leash 

And the dog jumped on me 

It ate my chocolate

It ate my granola 

And then it licked my fingers 

The dog tasted flour 

It tasted aspirin 

It tasted soap

And the soap wasn't good, 

Nope!

There's some police in my socks

Some mates in my Bermuda shorts 

In my mask and in my snorkel 

And on my large radio cassette 

They've listened to the music 

That came from Jamaica 

They've listened to Bob (Marley)

While searching through my wardrobe 

(Chorus)

They fly through my boxer shorts 

Yet they are harmless

They even seem a little embarrassed 

They don't think to get some fresh air 

My suitcase is falling apart 

She pulls back in her tongue of material 

She has a large square backside 

But she doesn't have anything to declare 

And the dog jumped on me 

It ate my chocolate 

It ate my jam

Then it licked my face 

I'm surrounded by cops

Who are searching for the Jamaican 

But it's not here anymore 

It was in the chocolate

Oh yeah!

The Terrace (La Terrasse) – Yann Tiersen

The Terrace (La Terrasse) – Yann Tiersen

One afternoon, on Jordain street,

You could say that we were fine,

Sitting at the terrace of a cafe opposite each other

You could see our apartment from there.

I no longer remember if we were silent

Or if we whispered in the cafe downstairs,

But I can still see the table and your hands*,

The tea, the coffee and the sugar on the side.

Then suddenly it goes away, it all falls apart,

We didn't really understand, though everything continued

While the balance between us disappeared,

Never again to be calm, we fell from the wire**.

That afternoon, on Jordain street,

In fact everything wasn't going so well,

Sitting at the terrace of a cafe opposite each other

You could see our apartment,

So sad finally with us inside it.

*Literally: But I can still very well see again (in my head) the table, and your hands...

**This is supposed to be a reference to a high-wire act, which requires a great deal of balance.

Translation of ''Le Droit Des Pères'' by Cali

Song: Le Droit Des Pères (The right of fathers)

Artist: Cali

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♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪

To hell with my pride

On my knees, I've come to beg

I only want justice

To be a little bit more just this time

To hell with my pride

On my knees, I just begged

Because the justice was too just

One more time

It's a tragedy

Another step backwards

Their partial, deadly justice

Put its fat ass on the rights of fathers

It's a tragedy

Another race in reverse

Justice put its fat ass

On the rights of fathers

If I write to you today

My child, of my night

It would be for you to know

That I have lost everything

Like a dog I fought

For right to love you

Like a father may love

They left me wandering without you

In my anger

They have trampled once more

The rights of fathers

They put us

You and me on the edge

Like two wimps

And fucked the rights of fathers!

If I wrote you today

It would be because you should now

That they haven't left me

Even the right to shout

Your name in the wind

I've lost the most important

Of my battles

To see you grow every day

My child

We are some thousands of fathers

The nose in the dust

The thousands that they have cast

In this prison cell, this rat trap, this misery

Some thousands are crying

Madam Justice, lift your blinders

To the thousands begging for

Our rights as fathers

I'm going into my night

No, I won't leave you

No, I watch over you from afar

Since it's my only right

I will always have one hand on the heart

And another on your shoulder

I'll come sniffing

From afar, to the exit of your school

My love

They haven't torn down that

Not them, nor your poor mother

My eyes of a father

My love

Know that my hands will be torn

On the impassable barbwire fence

Of a money machine

Which they call justice

The oldest whore

In the line, I would piss on it

I have this feeling to commit murder

At the bottom of my anger

I don't have any bombs

No, it disgusts me

There is nothing lower

You know

These who pull out

Legs and arms

They will never tear down my heart

From these who don't have one

You know

These who provide for you

Some crumbs of days for both

Each month

I have this feeling to commit murder

At the bottom of my prayer

They have stolen

My right as a father

Translation of ''Pâte Filo'' by Malajube

Song: Pâte Filo (Filo Dough)

Artist: Malajube

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♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ 

To control my shamelessness 

I covered my heart with Filo Dough 

Which protects me from you and your libido 

To control my ability to get wet

I applied nitro* to the Filo Dough 

And I bow before you and your libido 

To control my sensibility 

I covered my heart with Filo Dough 

Which protects me from you and your libido 

To control my sexuality 

I applied nitro to the Filo Dough 

And I bow before you and your libido 

*''nitro'' refers to nitroglycerine, which is an explosive. 

Song: Je Suis Une Cigarette

Song: Je Suis Une Cigarette(I am a cigarette)

Artist: >M<

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♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ 

I smoke, like I breath 

Like a chimney, no, it's way worse 

Oxygen is an old memory 

My lungs, touch them if you dare! 

The pollution doesn't help things

Life isn't always great 

When I'm on the verge of nausea 

I crush the tip in the ashtray 

On the edge of a road in a sewer 

I smile yellow, so rather than looking at my teeth 

I shut my mouth most of the time 

I confess, it's very cumbersome, it's very cumbersome 

Because I am a cigarette, 

I burn from head to toe 

And I pray for this to end 

At the last match, I crack 

It's 3 in the morning, no one is out 

Except a smoke, but what am I going to do

I break in the hand on the edge of the earth 

The sport, I become breathless at the mere though of it 

Without even having to give it a go

I run 100 meters, give me a break, give me a break

Because I am a cigarette, 

I burn from head to toe 

And I pray for this to end 

At the last match, I crack 

Guilty, in the morning or the evening, 

A cartridge between my fingers 

I smoke while thinking about tomorrow 

With my tip of the cigarette butt stinging 

And my ideas ultra light 

I create a tobacco hell

I watch myself again in a coffin of matches

With writing on the plaque, ''cigarette smoker''

Cigarette smoker, cigarette smoker

Because I am a cigarette, 

I burn from head to toe 

And I pray for this to end 

At the last match, I crack 

Translation of ''Vade Retro '' by Joe Dassin

Song: Vade Retro

Artist: Joe Dassin

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♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪

If you sing nonsense*

It's a winner, you've found the method

In six months you're be in style

Don't think too much, vade retro**

I saw the little church

So close to the sweet tavern

It was the time of the cherries

Don't think too much, vade retro

The chorus, it's the same

Since the Greeks and the Ostrogoths

And we dance, we advance

Then go backwards like in a tango

We turn around, we return to the beginning

We watch the new wave leave

To the bottom of an old drawer

If your girlfriends wears the dresses

Fit for Cléo de Mérode

It's not for fun, it's the fashion

Don't think too much, vade retro

I saw the kings of petrol

Burning in Monte-Carlo

Hold on, it's just the roaring twenties

Don't think too much, vade retro

The chorus, it's the same

Since the Greeks and the Ostrogoths

And we dance, we advance

Then go backwards like in a tango

We turn around, we return to the beginning

We watch the new wave leave

To the bottom of an old drawer

Each has its ''belle époque''

For them, it's the rococo

For you, it's time to rock

Don't think too much, vade retro

*The phrase ''mon cul sur la commode" is used to indicate nonsense, so he's basically saying ''if you sing something that doesn't even make sense''.

**Vade retro means ''go back'' or ''step back'', which plays well with the dancing theme of the song.  

Translation of ''78543 Habitants'' by Vincent Delerm

Song: 78543 Habitants (78543 Inhabitants)

Artist: Vincent Delerm

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♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ 

The red bracelets at the pool 

I spent ages looking at them

The girls just in front of the changing rooms

Who catch, drop the baskets 

It's good, okay, I'm older than fifteen 

A summer in a city 

Of seventy-eight thousand 

And five-hundred-forty-three inhabitants 

The departure of Lucile 

I swim in there thinking 

Alone in the city's heart, I'm waiting 

Mixture of shampoo and urine 

Faintly on the small blue tiles 

As soon my shoulders dripped  

The bracelet untied, I return it

It's fine, okay, I'm older than fifteen 

A summer in a city 

Of seventy-eight thousand 

And five-hundred-forty-three inhabitants 

The evenings without Lucile 

I swim in there thinking 

Alone in the city's heart, I'm waiting 

And in the reflection of the sedan 

A bronzing, a little different

In the eyes of the girls from the changing rooms 

I am very old, I'm so white 

It's fine, okay, I'm older than fifteen 

A summer in a city 

Of seventy-eight thousand 

And five-hundred-forty-three inhabitants 

Alone in the city's heart, I'm waiting 

Translation of ''Sangsues'' by Malajube

Song: Sangsues (Leeches)

Artist: Malajube

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♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ 

When the words are too heavy 

You come to my rescue 

On your velvet skin

I press myself in turn 

We salivate again 

We love each other like leeches 

My obsession is my eau-de-vie* 

I'll pay the price 

I cast a spell

When the words are too heavy 

I stay hopeful 

You come to my rescue 

All my efforts 

On your velvet skin

I'm still looking 

I press myself in turn 

We salivate again 

We love each other like leeches 

My obsession is my eau-de-vie 

I'll pay the price 

*Eau-de-vie literally means ''water of life'', but is usually used to refer to a brandy made from fermented fruits. In this case I believe he meant it as ''water of life'' and not brandy, but I left it in its recognizable form just in case. 

Translation of ''Toi Pour Moi'' by Clarika

Song: Toi Pour Moi (You For Me)

Artist: Clarika 

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Note: This song is FILLED with references, ranging from geographical, musical, literary, political, to the names individuals, and all of these include both historical and contemporaneous citations. 

If you have any questions about any of the references, I would be more than happy to answer them, but I frankly don't feel like adding a gigantic addendum to the translation without reason. 

♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ 

You're my key ring, my belt, 

My laptop, my bag of tobacco,

You're my turtleneck, my shoes,

You're the table beneath the gloves at my fingertips,

You're my Pléiade, my collector,

My all the members of the Rolling Stones,

You're my Barbados, my son of Hector,

My Paris-plage, my flora, my fauna, 

You're my Delon in the Sicilian,

My Celine Dion at the Stade de France

You're my call to arms, 

My commander in chief, my Miss France

You're you for me 

From me to you 

It's everything for you 

Us for everything 

Hey hey

Me without you

My self dedication 

Come on 

Me of the month

- Well, are you listening to me or what?

You're my Thema, my clips of clips,

My JT, my Micheal Drucker

My Che Guevara, my Oedipus, 

My fortnight of good business, 

You're my Carrefour wine fair,

My Paris International Agriculture Show, 

My guestbook, my Pearl Harbor, 

My first architecture prize,

You're my Kamasutra tock, 

My Albert Jacquart, my Goncourt,

My atchikatchikatchik ayayaye,

My Hiroshima, my love

You're you for me 

From me to you 

It's all for you 

Us for all 

Hey hey 

Me without you 

My self dedication 

Come on 

Me of the month

- Ah, you get on my nerves 

- This is serious, you know! 

You

For me 

It's us – Uh, I don't know how 

For all  

You're the bumper of my Twing

You're my air-condition on all floors 

My sunset in Rio

You're my wheels beneath my baggage 

You're my self-serve buffet 

My July 14th at the Champs 

My Brel my Brassenns my Ferré

My ''I love you'' all the time 

You're you for me 

From me to you 

It's all to you 

Us for all 

Hey hey 

Me without you 

My self dedication 

Come on 

Me of the month

- It's a force!

You're my key ring, my belt, 

My laptop, my bag of tobacco,

You're my turtleneck, my shoes,

You're the table beneath the gloves at my fingertips,

You're you – you – you 

- It's huge, it's... 

You're everything 

-It's violent, it's... 

Hey hey

You 

Me

Us 

It's, eh, - it's, is

Everything 

-But so strong, so... 

Translation of ''Petit Con'' by Chat

Song: Petit Con (Idiot)

Artist: Chat

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♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ 

You scream that you're free, 

You really don't say anything. 

But free from who, or more importantly from what?

Certainly not from your bullshit.

You cry ''we love you'', ''we don't understand you''. 

You don't even know where you're going. 

Rebelling against who, but more importantly against what?

AIDS, war, they don't inspire you. 

Idiot

The little tranquil lives you make fun of,

At dusk they fall asleep, you set out.

In the misty arms of alcohol, you let yourself go, 

Without restraint, without class and without shame. 

You prefer to turn your back 

To all those who criticize your number 

Hot, boil...ing 

Some are sick of your stories 

Your doubts, your meditations, 

But turn around a little to look 

At the artists, you don't have a name. 

You love to put down the system, 

It sells well, so it's pretty good. 

But often you say to yourself, ''Nevertheless

What would you do without...''

Idiot

Translation of ''Menteur'' by Cali

Song: Menteur (Liar)

Artist: Cali

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♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ 

In the middle of the night, 

You came, in the middle of my life, 

And without hesitating, I followed you, 

Like one follows his own life, 

My love, 

My love...

It's on the tip of the bed, 

the tip of my tongue, 

You asked, the corner of your lips 

And without hesitating, I followed you,

Regardless,

Regardless...

Are you going to come and see me again?

Are you going to come and see me again?

Are you going to come and see me again?

Along with this... 

It was around midnight, 

All around the bed, 

I saw our clothes, 

That spied on us, crumbled, rumbled, 

That watched us, make love... 

My love. 

Then, you gave me the slip, 

Some foolish words, some passionate words, 

I drank them all, 

I believed them all, 

To you laying nude, 

Happy and tense.

We must watch out, 

There are words that kill 

Words that destroy hearts, 

Destroy happiness...

Are you going to come and see me again?

Are you going to come and see me again?Are you going to come and see me again?

It's early in the morning, 

At the tip of the hand,

I searched for you, 

You had left, 

With your clothes,

My shirt sleeps all alone, 

Rolled-up and cold, 

At the foot of the king-sized bed...

In the hollow of my ear, 

You thought right, 

Targeting, riddling my heart, 

With passionate words, 

With words strung together, 

With masked words,

With sweetness...

With words, of a liar. 

Yes, I drank them all, 

I believed them all, 

We must watch out,

There are words that kill,

There are words that stink,

Words that devastate,

Words that tear down, 

Words that forever damage 

The heart...

Are you going to come and see me again?

Are you going to come and see me again?

Are you going to come and see me again?

Along with this... 

By the end of the night, 

I loved you, 

Forever...

You're a ghost, 

Who haunts my heart, 

A lover who has passed, 

And never coming back. 

Translation of ''Un Tacle De Patrick Vieira N'est Pas Une Truite En Chocolat'' by Vincent Delerm

Song: Un Tacle De Patrick Vieira N'est Pas Une Truite En Chocolat (A tackle from Patrick Vierira is not a trout in chocolate)

Artist: Vincent Delerm

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♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪

''Everything is the same

Everything is equal.''

It was his speech upon waking.

In general,

I take some time

And the day before yesterday

I found that the argument

Had calmed, severed

A tackle from Patrick Vieira

Is not a trout in chocolate

A  Quechua tent on the canal

A four star

A leader of the LCR

Is not a monitor of the winter sports

This photo of you in Berlin

Bah! It's not nothing

''To the left, to the right

It's white bonnet*”

It was your speech, line four,

After Châtelet

I take my time

And in Denfert

I found the argument

Which maked his mother cry

''The finger''** of Wayne Rooney

Isn't a plush Mickey

Happy mondays at the Bataclan

A tea dance

A testimony from the Pierre Abby

Isn't a nurse meeting

This photo of you in Berlin

Bah! It's not nothing

*I believe this is a reference to the phrase ''As white as your bonnet'', which indicates purity, so this phrase is the same as saying ''it's pure.''

** As in the middle finger.

Translation of ''Tombé Mal'' by Tryo

Song: Tombé Mal (Fallen Ill)

Artist: Tyro

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♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ 

I fall and it hurts, 

You dig my grave, it's so mundane

A stadium's space per second on average in the world,

Yet deforestation does not interest the public!

When I fall, you hurt yourself,  

But I reckon that you understand nothing at all  

Because for each of my sheets that you steal 

It's a little less oxygen for you city

Oh no no no no no no

Fallen there 

Oh no no no no no no

Fallen ill 

When I fall, you hurt yourself 

But I reckon that you understand nothing at all 

When we talk to you it does nothing 

Because you're too preoccupied with your conquest of the capital. 

When I fall, you hurt yourself 

You, the king of the animal kingdom,

When you get more oxygen in your veins 

You'll remember that it was the old oak tree. 

Frankly, you hurt me 

When I see that there is nothing about me which can rouse you

Your race has monopolized hate 

Not even hyenas kill each other as much as you do!

Frankly, you hurt me 

You don't see that this thing is beautiful and you've abused it 

You use your knowledge 

Just to spoil your existence more

Tine bile bisse ya sindone

(All the tree trunks of the world are bodies)

bine minkouk ane bora

(Like those of men)

Messeki ilé ivoé

(I am not a tree hollow)

Ka bilié bissé ya sindone

(All the sheets of the trees of the world)

Bine metsi bise minsona 

(Have blood and flesh)

Ngoni ngueng

(Sons of wisdom)

When I fall, you hurt yourself 

But never mind needing to believe that you love this 

Your skin is growing paler

I believe that it's the end of your reign, animal 

When I fall, you hurt yourself 

Little man, scrawny admiral 

Of a utopian ship that has a hole in the hold 

And like the Titanic, the sea will swallow you 

Yégué , huumm ... Yégué , humm

Come on, what... Come on, what... 

Asoudjé-asoudjé ( Messeki ilé iové )

Why, why (I am not a tree hollow)

Asoudjé-asoudjé ( Ngoni ngeung)

Why... why (sons of wisdom)

Frankly you hurt me 

We could have made an alright life 

If you had breathed life into a little bit of oxygen 

To some young Oak saplings 

Tine bile bisse ya sindone

(All the tree trunks of the world are bodies)

bine minkouk ane bora

(Like those of men)

Messeki ilé ivoé

(I am not a tree hollow)

Ka bilié bissé ya sindone

(All the sheets of the trees of the world)

Bine metsi bise minsona 

(Have blood and flesh)

Translation of ''Les Bras De Mer'' by Yann Tiersen

Song: Les Bras De Mer (The Arms of the Sea (or, ''The Sounds''*))

Artist: Yann Tiersen

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♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ 

From the place where I am 

You can see the arms of the sea, 

That stretch out and then waiver, 

Biting into the earth... 

In bed, later, we're there, 

Starting everything again, 

I can not believe it, 

I see the arms of the sea

I see the arms of the sea

That stretch... That stretch...

I see the arms of the sea... 

That stretch... That stretch...

And that bite into the earth...

And separate it at last 

*A “sound” is a type of geographical form similar to a Fjord or a straight. However, a sound is un bras de mer, so this song would have to indicate multiple sounds, which is unlikely. 

Translation of ''La Fin Du Monde Pour Dans 10 Minutes'' by Cali

Song: La Fin Du Monde Pour Dans 10 Minutes (The End of the World will be Here in 10 Minutes)

Artist: Cali

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♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ 

And if you dance completely naked, my love 

And if you dance all night long, until daylight 

Your little white bum, your little white bum 

And if you were to take away this little piece of tissue 

Just so I could relish your pretty little ass 

I don't have white wings, I don't have white wings

I know what I would do if I announced the end of the world will be here in ten minutes

I know what I would do if I announced the end of the world will be here in ten minutes

Maybe you already know why I'm hanging around you 

Something more than all that makes me want, my love

Your little white bum, your little white bum 

Your tongue is a dancer who sways on your lips

I would love, first of all, to see it turn my mouth and I burst

From your little white sins, your little white sins

I know what I would do if I announced the end of the world will be here in ten minutes

I know what I would do if I announced the end of the world will be here in ten minutes

The moon carves your body in the night just for me 

Then split the twilight, your little white ass smiling at me

Who's going to say after this that the Good Lord doesn't exist 

I know what I would do if I announced the end of the world will be here in ten minutes

I know what I would do if I announced the end of the world will be here in ten minutes

I know what I would do if I announced the end of the world will be here in ten minutes

I know what I would do, fuck if it's not 10 minutes long

I don't have white wings, I don't have white wings

Translation of ''29 Avril Au 28 Mai'' by Vincent Delerm

Song: 29 Avril Au 28 Mai (April 29th to May 28th)

Artist: Vincent Delerm

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♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪  

If she had to say, a priori, of the poster that is tearing apart, ''Flemish Painting at the Grand Palace''; just like that, from memory, she would say that she has always seen it on the door down the hall, that her eyes always known it. 

Even the nights when this man, who now lives in Brussels, would bend over to play with her; even the nights when this woman, who wanted to stay here, would say, ''We have a great life''.

If she had to say, a priori, of the poster that is tearing apart, ''April 29th to May 28th'', just like that, without thinking, she would say that it was probably pinned up 15 years ago in that same place; even the nights when this man, who tonight falls asleep in Brussels, comes to play with her; even the nights when this woman, who wanted to stay here, says, ''We have a great life''.

If she had to say, a priori, that love eventually fades like the poster of the Grand Palace.

Translation of ''Katie's Tea'' by Camille

Song: Katie's Tea

Artist: Camille

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♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ 

No i just can't seem to give it up

cause her tea runs in my veins

Won't you please pour me another cup

only tea teases

only tea eases my pain

Lipton, Twinings, PJ tips, Tata tea, or Tetley

Lapsung Suchang, Breakfast Tea, Darjeeling, or Earl Grey

No i just can't seem to give it up

i sip it all at 5 p.m

Won't you please pour me another cup

til my blood turns green

until Katie's tea turns red

Lipton, Twinings, PJ tips, Tata tea, or Tetley

A tea without Catherine is a tea without spread or a teapot 

Lapsung Suchang, Breakfast Tea, Darjeeling, or Earl Grey

A tea without Catherine is a tea without the cloud of milk

Life is as short as shortbread

and cold water so stale

can't you sprinkle more leaves

in our empty hands

oh dear Katy !

Mum is so sad since you're gone

and the garden's so quiet

won't you pour some more laughs in our empty hearts

oh dear Katie

oh Lord my tea !

oh Lord all mighty !

Oh my tea! My tea! Up in heaven!

…

Words in blue were originally sung in English, and therefore are not translated.

Translation of ''Les Autres'' by Les Têtes Raides

Song:  Les Autres (The Others)

Artist: Les Têtes Raides

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♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ 

That only comes for the others

A disheveled life 

A story like another 

Simply deformed 

You seeing what I never have

Being you or another 

A history like a misunderstanding 

Let's leave that for the others 

Let's leave that for the other 

To each their own past

And too bad for the others 

To each their destiny 

You seeing what I never have

Being you or another 

A history like a misunderstanding 

A history like another 

The others will steal

And this will be stolen 

This will not shine

This will be forgotten

You seeing what we had wanted to see 

Being there for another 

This history has already disappeared

It has left for another 

Translation of ''Un Temps Pour Tout'' by Vincent Delerm

Song: Un Temps Pour Tout (A time for everything)

Artist: Vincent Delerm

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♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ 

I loved how 

Your hand, at times, 

Adjusted the volume 

Of the stereo

Your hand rummaging

Michiko, the glove box 

Your hand at my neck 

There's a time for everything

I loved your face 

Under the light of the tollbooth

Loved this discussion 

Under the directions sign

I loved your theories 

On the roads, at night

I loved sleeping at your house 

There is a time for everything 

I loved how 

Your eyes, from time to time, 

Followed the road 

A finger on the Michelin 

Your eyes uncovering

A Montauban exit 

Your eyes close to mine, fuzzy

There is a time for everything 

(Chorus)

I loved how 

Not far from the fuel

Your lips caught 

The rim of a cup

Your lips blowing 

Some white cold cloud

For your lips, I confess

There is a time for everything

(Chorus)

There's a time for everything

Translation of ''La Noyée'' by Yann Tiersen

Song: La Noyée (The Drowned)

Artist: Yann Tiersen (Cover of Serge Gainsbourg)

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♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ 

You're drifting away

On the river of memories 

And I, running on the shore, 

Shout for you to come back

But, slowly, you move away

And in your desperate race, 

Bit by bit, I win back from you

A little lost ground. 

From time to time, you sink

Under the moving liquid 

Or, grazing some brambles, 

You hesitate and wait for me 

Hiding your face 

With your upturned shirt, 

For the fear of your disfigurement 

And your shame and regrets. 

You're nothing more than a poor castaway, 

A dead dog floating on the water

But I remain your slave 

And plunge into the stream

When the memories stop 

And the ocean of oblivion 

Breaks over our hearts and our heads

Forever, gathering us together. 

...

Note: This translation was a less literal, as I tried to conserve the poetry of the lyrics as much as I could without it sounding awkward. 

Translation of ''Je Ne Te Reconnais Plus'' by Cali (with Olivia Ruiz)

Song: Je Ne Te Reconnais Plus (I No Longer Recognize You)

Artist: Cali (with Olivia Ruiz)

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♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ 

I don't recognize you anymore

Your look and your fake boobs 

When you walk down our street 

You've now learned to write 

With your right hand, it seems

Now you listen to jazz  

Just to be accepted 

By some type of partyers 

I don't recognize you anymore

You've even changed the way 

You hold your cigarette 

Your father was a mason 

Your mother maintains her household

Are you hiding them too?

You'll vomit at the end of every meal 

Just to keep you waistline, tell me 

Are you also ashamed of me?

I don't recognize you anymore 

I don't care anyways 

I have the memory of this girl 

Flat as a little boy 

A little awkward and who insulted

The entire world when she had drank too much

I remember, I loved her 

I no longer recognize her 

(Who are you ?

I don't recognize you anymore)

Translation of ''La Tactique du Gendarme'' by Bourvil

Song: La Tactique du Gendarme (The Policeman's Tactic)

Artist: Originally by Bourvil, also performed by Les Croquants

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♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ 

A policeman must have really good feet, 

But that's not all, 

But that's not all. 

He must also have sagacity, 

But that's not all, 

But that's not all. 

Because what he need to have, above all, 

Are tactics,

Tactics, in the practice. 

Like a watch has its tick tock, 

A policeman has his tactic. 

Wait a bit until I've explained to you:

The taca taca tac tactic 

Of the policeman... 

It's of observing well

Without being noticed. 

The taca taca tac tactics 

Of the policeman,

It's foremost 

Seeing things clearly. 

Ticket!

Come on, come on,

No discussion!

Come on, come on,

Execution!

Come on, come on,

I know the business. 

The taca taca tac tactic

Of the policeman,

It's speaking 

With authority. 

There are those who don't have a license plate on their bikes 

But that's not all, 

But that's not all. 

Must run after all the car thieves, 

But that's not all, 

But that's not all. 

People say: ''Oh, the police, when you 

Need them, they're never there.''

I respond tit for tat, 

Because, think, I have my tactic, 

Wait a bit until I've explained to you:

The taca taca tac tactic 

Of the policeman... 

It's always being there 

When one least expects it. 

The taca taca tac tactics 

Of the policeman... 

It's being perceptive 

Under a little meek air. 

Ticket!

Come on, come on,

No discussion!

Come on, come on,

Execution!

Come on, come on,

I know the business. 

The taca taca tac tactic

Of the policeman,

It's constantly  

Straddling the rules. 

Translation of ''Favourite Song'' by Vincent Delerm

Song: Favourite Song

Artist: Vincent Delerm

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♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪

I was a fan and I still really am

singing along to my favourite song

greatest thing I've heard

but I didn't get a word

I've heard all the french songs

I don't know what a Javanese* is

A ticket puncher of Lilas**

What does it mean

I studied the booklet and searched for a sign

made up a meaning for every line

and a four letter word

l.o.v.e

I listened while lying on my bed

With time, everything fades away

It's what, a crock***

I never knew

Oh my love

I love you forever

You're gone

Along with my happiness

I was a fan and I still really am

singing along to my favourite song

A wax doll****

What did that mean

♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪

This song is filled with references to other songs:

*Reference to the song, “La Javanaise” (The Javanese)

**This is a reference to “Le Poinçonneur des Lilas”, or, “A Ticket-puncher of the Lilas”, a song by Serge Gainsbourg.

***A crock is a broken down horse, a phrase used in various chansons but not common in normal speech

****Reference to France Gall's “Poupée de cire, poupée de son”

Translation of ''A Tes Souhaits'' by -M-

Song:  A Tes Souhaits (To Your Wishes)

Artist: -M-

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♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ 

Your wishes, they're for others 

Your wish to be another 

Your wishes you keep them for yourself  

Your wishes no one hears 

Like a thought kleenex

Like an excuse 

An old reflex 

To your wishes*

To your wishes 

To your wishes 

To your loves

For you, I think they're there everyday

Your wishes, you disguise them

Your wishes, they haunt you 

Your wishes, you arouse them too much

Your wishes always get stuck into you

While you're beautiful 

So much better 

Than all these strangers

To your wishes 

To your wishes 

To your wishes 

To your love

For you, I think they're there everyday

*This is a play on words, as the phrase “à tes souhaits” is also used as a toasting phrase, similar to ''cheers” or “to all your best wishes”. One would say, "to your health" in English. 

Translation of ''Ch'veu Blanc'' by Amélie Les Crayons

Song: Ch'veu Blanc (A White Hair)

Artist: Amélie Les Crayons

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♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ 

When I saw you this morning at the bottom of my glass

My eyes full of sleep, finally I said to myself

That you were a reflection who comes, who passes, 

I found myself a goddam fool when I saw you there at noon

After two hours of intense identification 

I finally drew the sad conclusion 

That I was going to have to admit it,

But you grew me on the head 

Without asking me for permission 

It was then that my eyes dove to the bottom of my glass

Well awake this time, you between my fingers 

After the shock, the astonishment, came the anxiety 

And the question: what am I supposed to make of you?

When I imagine in passing that you're the oldest 

Of a flock of brothers who are going to disembark 

Should I sacrifice you,

Or rather protect you, 

In order to slow their arrival?

After two hours of intense meditation 

I've taken to finding you quite cute 

A little touch of white, It's chic with black 

Perhaps it's a bit early, but it's never too late 

I'm content of having found a companion 

Who puts a little bit of kick into my songs 

Not the weight of years, but 

A sign of maturity 

And I tell myself that to console myself 

To reassure myself

Translation of ''Au Café De La Paix'' by Thomas Fersen

Song:  Au Café De La Paix (At the Peace Cafe)

Artist: Thomas Fersen

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Note: Thomas Fersen loves wordplay. In fact, he loves it so much that's it's pretty moot to try and translate those that don't carry over to the English language, as the translation would be littered with asterisks and footnotes. He possesses a lyrical style that can truly be appreciated only in his native French.

♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ ♫♪♫♪ 

An appointment 

In the bistro

Of the Peace Cafe, 

I'll be waiting for you.

I'm wearing a felt hat 

Of neutral color

And my overcoat 

Is not brilliant either. 

I'll put down my paper

On the bar before me, 

I'll put down my paper

Then you'll recognize me. 

If you're late, 

Over 15 minutes

I'll have a pint

To drown my worry. 

If you're late, 

Just before the evening

I'll have a pint

To drown it better.

I'll fold my paper

On the bar before me, 

I'll fold my paper

Then you'll recognize me.

Lalala

We'll go 

Where you want to 

You'll take my hand 

Like some other time,

We'll see our street, 

Our room on the sixth floor, 

They no longer exists

But we will nevertheless. 

The ad in the paper 

Was published a month ago, 

If you read this newspaper, 

You will know who you are 

Lalala

We'll go see the Seine 

And the heart of Paris... 

My cardboard house 

Or Marie bridge... 

We'll go look at somewhere else,

We'll go make a fortune... 

We'll go look at somewhere else 

Because it is the hour 

The chairs are on the tables, 

It's the end of the story. 

I put what I have 

On the bar before me, 

Three nails and a jacket button, 

You won't recognize me. 

The night clasps the sky, 

The night clasps the sky, 

Go my nightingale, 

Life is beautiful.