La Lune est morte [English translation]

(Chorus)

Cry, sparrows, poets and black cats

The moon is dead, the moon is dead

Cry, sparrows, poets and black cats

The moon has died tonight

A man is walking on the ground

Of this old mirror of your dreams

And it's your heart they're breaking

And your neck they're putting a noose around!

You'l have to go further

Beyond millions of stars

In search of the star

That'll make you dream tomorrow

(Chorus)

Like a sunflower

They've bottled the moon in

And the basket children

Applauded like at a puppet show

A man is walking on the ground

Of this old mirror of wonders

In my garden since yesterday

The nightingale sings no longer

(Chorus)

• Artist:Les Frères Jacques