Polichinelle [English translation]

Pull the strings

Pull the strings

Your Punchinello

Will hold out its arms to you

Turn the rod

And your marionnette

Will turn its head

And smile at you

As long as your nimble fingers

Command my gestures

You don't care about the rest

It's of no account

Pull the strings

And Punchinello

Will also do

What you want

Pull the strings

Pull the strings

Your Punchinello

Will turn a thousand times

It will say to you, "I love you"

Hiding its pains

Hiding its hatred

Under words of love

I will go into the world

Only for you, in the shadows

You have the triumph

To which you have the right

Your Punchinello

Has so much zeal

That those who will see us

Will applaud you

Do you even know

If I have a heart?

Do you even know

If I have a self?

It's not planned

in your conjurer's programme

Pull the strings

Pull the strings

Of Punchinello

But beware, you

Because it's possible

That I will deliver myself

Of the invisible threads

That attach me to you

By breaking the spell

I rediscover a self

I become a woman again

I become me again

You'd better enjoy it

One tires quickly

And the day will come

O, of breaking

O, of breaking

O, of breaking

• Artist:Édith Piaf