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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NOTE: This translation is a little looser than how I normally translate songs, just because the literal French to English translation did always make a lot of sense. 

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

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.