Une petite cantate [English translation]

A little cantata

obsessive and clumsy

climbs towards you

from the tip of my fingers.

A little cantata

like the ones we played in the olden days,

Now I alone play her clumsily

si mi la re sol do fa.

This little cantata

fa sol do fa

wasn't so clumsy

when you played it

the notes flowed at ease,

happy at your fingertips.

But I remained there helplessly

si mi la re sol do fa.

But you left fragile

to the beyond

and I remain helpless

fa sol do fa.

I see you again smiling

seated at that piano there

saying: "Well, I'll play, you sing.

Sing, sing it for me."

Si mi la re si mi la re si sol do fa.

Si mi la re si mi la re si sol do fa.

Oh my friend,

oh my sweetheart,

oh my littlest thing

My God how difficult it is

to play this cantata without you.

A little prayer la la la,

with my heart to make it

and my ten fingers.

A little prayer

but without the sign of the cross,

such an offense to God the Father,

he will forgive me.

Si mi la re si mi la re

si sol do fa.

Si mi la re si mi la re

si sol do fa.

The angels with their trumpets

shall play it, they shall play it for you,

this little cantata

that we once played in the olden days.

The angels with their trumpets

shall play it, they shall play it for you,

this little cantata,

which climbs towards you,

this little cantata,

which climbs towards you.

Si mi la re si mi la re

si sol do fa.

• Artist:Barbara
• Album:Le Mal de vivre (1965)