Dans un bouge du vieux port [English translation]

When hazy dreams

Haunt the old sailor

At the time when night comes

The call of the cuddly waves,

What's the point in listening to it on the shore ?

Because other seas out there

Were whispering to him

Words that this one does not say

In a havel of the old harbor

He takes refuge

And lull his nostalgia

In dreams of gold

The fierce regret biting him

Fades for an hour

When the accordion weeps

In a havel of the old harbor

The song of the sirens

He never hears

It's not when dreaming

Close to the swaying waves

That he mentions faraway lands

No, it's not the song

At the edge of the ocean

That tells him about his loves of days gone by

In a havel of the old harbor

He takes refuge

And lull his nostalgia

In dreams of gold

The fierce regret biting him

Fades for an hour

When the accordion weeps

In a havel of the old harbor

The song of the sirens

He never hears

It's not when dreaming

Close to the swaying waves

That he mentions faraway lands

No, it's not the song

At the edge of the ocean

That tells him about his loves of days gone by....