Translation of ''Fanny Ardant Et Moi'' by Vincent Delerm

Song: Fanny Ardant Et Moi

Artist: Vincent Delerm

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

We listen to the Gregorian chant, 

She scarcely speaks and I say nothing 

We have a relationship like that 

Fanny Ardant and me 

I spend the evening with Sylvain 

During which she checks out the wallpaper 

We stay separated 

Me and Fanny Ardant 

She sits on the shelf 

Between an Eric Holder book,

A white IKEA candlestick holder,

And a postcard from Maria 

She is always completely black and white 

She no longer says “Finally, Sunday!”

Since I hang around my parents' house 

Every weekend 

Fanny Ardant 

I don't speak to her about the college girls of Jussieu* 

She doesn't speak too much of Depardieu 

Yes, we avoid those subjects 

Fanny Ardant and me 

There's something in her eyes 

Which rebuke me for returning too late 

She wants me to be home all the time

Of course Fanny Ardant 

She sits on the shelf 

Between an Eric Holder book,

A white IKEA candlestick holder,

And a postcard from Maria 

She is always completely black and white 

She no longer says “Finally, Sunday!”

Since I hang around my parents' house 

Every weekend 

Fanny Ardant 

We listen to the Gregorian chant, 

She scarcely speaks and I say nothing 

We have a relationship like that 

Fanny Ardant and me

*Campus of a university in Paris. 

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.

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 ''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 ''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 ''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 ''Favourite Song'' by Vincent Delerm

Song: Favourite Song

Artist: Vincent Delerm

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Blue font indicates phrases that were originally sung in English, and therefore were not translated. 

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

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 ''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