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.

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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. 

Translation of ''Catégorie Bukowski'' by Vincent Delerm

Song: Catégorie Bukowski (Category Bukowski)

Artist: Vincent Delerm

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You're one of the girls

Who pick daffodils

I belong to this clan

Who caresses mares

You're a part of the sort 

Who go to Pier Import 

And think it's super lame

To put people in boxes 

You're one of those 

Who already had the chickenpox 

I belong to the race 

Of former class representatives 

You're in the category

Of those who read Bukowski

And find it super lame 

To put people in boxes