La Foule [English translation]

I can still see the town, festive and delirious

Suffocating under the sun and from joy

And in the music I hear the shouts and laughs

That burst and bounce all around me

And lost and jostled by that throng

Dazed and at a loss, I stand still

When suddenly I turn round, he steps back

And the crowd throws me right into his arms

Taken away by the crowd that drags us

And sweeps us along

Crushed into each other

We are but one body

And the flow effortlessly

Pushes us, chained together

And leaves us both

Beaming, on a high, and happy

Swept away by the crowd that prances

And dances a frenzied farandole

Our hands remain knit together

And at times lifted up

Our entwined bodies fly off

And fall back together

Beaming, on a high, and happy

And joy whipped up by his smile

Runs through me and spurts anew from deep within

But suddenly I scream among the laughter

When the crowd tears him from my arms

Carried away by the crowd that drags us

And sweeps us along, driving us further apart

I fight, I put up a struggle

But the sound of his voice

Is smothered by all those laughs

And I scream in pain, in fury and in rage

And I weep

Swept away by the crowd that prances

And dances a frenzied farandole

I’m taken further and further away

And I clench my fists, cursing the crowd that robs me

Of the man it had given me

And that I never found again

• Artist:Édith Piaf