Translation of ''Gratte-dos'' by Thomas Fersen

Song: Gratte-dos (Backscratcher)

Artist: Thomas Fersen

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Backscratcher 

Even if it's kind of cold 

I really love your little hand of jade

I really love your little hand on the end 

Of your bamboo stick 

Backscratcher

Nail file 

In spite of the work to do

I really love your little language which well imitates 

that of the working class 

I really love your little rough tongue 

Nail file 

Toothpick 

I really love your little wooden head 

And to roll you between my fingers 

I really love your little taste of fir

When I've eaten rabbit 

Toothpick 

We put these thing in a suitcase

We put them in, I can't believe it 

We put these thing in a suitcase

Even in a little thing like this here 

La Vieille Fille by France Gall

Come a man from the country

Come a man from the city

Rich or without money

A savant, an idiot

Poetic or militant

A mandolin player

Out of pity I don't want

To die an old maid

La la la I have a sister

From her earliest years

Attracted so many pretty hearts

She didn't know which one to choose

But as for me

The first who shows up

Will be my choice

And I'll be happy

Come a man from the country

Come a man from the city

Rich or without money

A savant, an idiot

Poetic or militant

A mandolin player

Out of pity I don't want

To die an old maid

Yet Margret

Who wasn't very pretty

As soon as she turned sixteen

Here it is, she's getting married

At eighteen

Gave birth to twins

I see the years passing

And I'm still a ''miss''

Come a man from the country

Come a man from the city

Rich or without money

A savant, an idiot

Poetic or militant

A mandolin player

Out of pity I don't want

To die an old maid

I'll be beyond reproach

Nor mournful, nor jealous

A true Penelope

A model spouse

He can drink at the cafe

Everything that I save

Now it's up to you to judge

If I'm worth the wager

Come a man from the country

Come a man from the city

Rich or without money

A savant, an idiot

Poetic or militant

A mandolin player

Out of pity I don't want

To die an old maid

Translation of ''À Dahouët'' by Thomas Fersen

Song: À Dahouët (In Dahouët)

Artist: Thomas Fersen

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In Dahouët*

The birds,

The seagulls 

Don't drink from the water.

The sun 

is pale

And Camille 

Returns to her boat. 

We put away the parasols,

We take out the umbrellas.

The vacations 

Are over 

And my heart goes 

Twoui, twoui, twoui.

Love so coveted 

Now forgotten...

This girl in a bikini 

Is hiding something from me

*Dahouët is a port in France. 

Translation of ''Bye Bye'' by Tryo

Song: Bye Bye

Artist: Tryo

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Since they're vain, the promises that can keep me on a leash 

Oh I'm way too afraid 

Of the sadness which balances between the expectations and the hope

For better days 

So I grab my hat, a guitar on my back 

and straight away I board 

onto a boat towards the unknown, to find again the hot sand

waiting for me, let's go ''see you soon''

Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye 

Since this world goes straight to the wall, I would love to slow down the pace

Eh why hurry 

From going quicker than the wind while we forget the beautiful moments 

We miss them

Goodbye forever to the stress I am against, I will not bring a watch with me

Too bad if I arrive last 

Where I am going, they won't have any, I have all the time that I need 

The present is enough for me 

Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye

If this merry-go-round one day stops, I'll just skedaddle along

Don't count on me 

For stashing away my cash, take myself refuge at the Helvetian 

No thanks 

When this beautiful world will make war, I will be going to find my brothers

In the shadow of an old centenary 

And guided by the light, we'll let our crazy dreams 

be carried off by the river 

Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye