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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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 ''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 ''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