Bruxelles [English translation]

Brussels my beautiful

I'll rejoin you soon

As soon as Paris betrays me

And I sense that your love sours and then

She suspects me of being with you in the evening

I recognize that's all the evenings in my head

It's the celebration of war veterans

Which is always to be done

Brussels, wait for me, I come

Soon I'm drifting

Michel, do you remember the distress of the fair

Of the station at midday

Do you remember your Sophie

Who didn't even recognise you

The neons, Leon, the names of God

Sublime decadence, the belly-dancing*

Ministry of beer, artery towards hell

Brouckère Place

Brussels, wait for me, I come

Soon, I'm drifting

Cruel duel between that which opposes

Paris neurosis and Brussels brutalized

Which says to itself that soon it will finish

Boredom and boredom

You'll see me again, Miss Brussels

But I will no longer be as you knew me

I'll be aching, shot and fought

But I will come

Brussels, wait for me, I come

Soon, I'm drifting

Paris, I'll leave you my bed

• Artist:Dick Annegarn
• Album:Sacré géranium (1974)