On l'appelle folie [English translation]

She’s here, she passes by, she prowls

She slaps around us, playing hot cockles

She chooses her moment

She chooses her lovers

Into sovereign slavery

And those who believe they are masters

End up submitting

To her laws, to her rule

We call her madness

We call her, we flee from her

We think we get her, she flies away

She’s smart, that wasp, she’s not so crazy at all

When everyone remain silent

She tells the truth

She inspires the revolts

And cursed poets

Who restore life

To dead hope

We call her madness

We call her, we flee from her

She knows all the tricks

To get me through her thousand whims

She chooses my drunkeness

She haunts me and trains me

She destroys me and inspires me

But when I struggle to live

She’s the one who saves me

And soothes my soul

We call her madness

We call her, we flee from her

• Artist:Georges Moustaki
• Album:1976