La danseuse est créole [English translation]

At the bar of “Three Captains”

The boss is Neapolitan

And the servant is Peruvian *

In Poland the maid was born **

The pianist comes from Lisbon

Yet I warn you,

That’s especially why we come:

The dancer is Creole

And tracing her steps

Her dress turns and flies

To the tempo of the rumba...

She bends her waist over

And immediately lifts it back up

Like a creeping plant that is lulled

With a breath of warm air...

She plants her little foot here

She plants her little foot there

Like a ferret running past

It’s a smile to this one

It’s a wink to that one

You are taken when it’s your turn...

The dancer is Creole

Yes but we don’t know

If the pretty lady is faithful or frivolous

And who her heartthrob is...

Her fans are a true mix

From sailors to strange faces

And bad boys…

When sometimes her clients fight themselves

When the fight suddenly breaks out

We say: “It’s the alcohol”

But we actually know the other reason:

The dancer is Creole

And tracing her steps

Her dress turns and flies

To the tempo of the rumba...

She bends her waist over

And immediately lifts it back up

Like a creeping plant that is lulled

With a breath of warm air

She plants her little foot here

She plants her little foot there

Like a ferret which running past

It’s a smile to this one

It’s a wink to that one

You are taken when it’s your turn...

Take my word for it

Instead of going tomorrow

Into the bar where the dancer is Creole

Go your way…!

• Artist:Yvette Giraud