Le vieux café de la rue d'Amérique [English translation]

The Neon festival ends

And the city falls asleep

And people are left alone

They go home in the dark

As they do every night

Without knowing what they want,

But the old city

Is there like an island

With paved around

And the night comes alive

In a flood of music

Just a bistro half open

(chorus )

The old cafe on the America street

In the middle of a city of steel,

The old coffee with beautiful tunes

All painted red and green shuttered

The boss looks like Brassens,

Should see him when he rinses

Glasses singing

We have the impression when we come

talking as a pal

That's im his only customer

And for a woman

This is not a drama

To come here even after midnight.

The fat florist

Or mechanic,

those who are there are friends.

( chorus)

With his counter which collapses,

the balls that make noise

The players of billiard

We don't find any gadgets

But there is debt

And you will pay later.

I will go to the moon

Either on Saturn

One day my children walk,

I will go without sadness

Provided they leave me

This corner where my heart is happy.

(chorus) x

• Artist:Mireille Mathieu