La Voix du crooner [English translation]

This evening the room is nearly full

He’ll perform his old songs

With his lady-killer shtick

The charm of the fifties

In front of ladies fanning themselves

And a few dim spotlights

Faced with the commotion of the room

Of those arriving and seating themselves

His dreams carry him away

There are those who drink and don’t give a damn

And for the rare ones who listen

There is the Crooner’s voice

He sings of his long ago loves

Revealing but a single theme

“The olden days are the best”

He steals discreet glances

At the ladies’ perfect figures

Who swoon from the heat

She always turns in his mind

The beauty with the cigarette holder

Who left with his heart

In the disorder and the commotion

You’ll hear no tears

In the voice of the Crooner

In front of ladies fanning themselves

He closes his eyes and sings

With his hand on his heart

There are those who drink and don’t give a damn

And for the rare ones who listen

There is the Crooner’s voice

• Artist:Francis Cabrel
• Album:In extremis