La Foule [English translation]

I see the city in celebration and delirious

Suffocating under the sun, and in joy

And I hear in the music, cries, and laughter

Exploding, rebounding all around me

And lost among the people who knock me down

Stunned, helpless, I stand there

Suddenly I turn around, he stepped back

And the crowd just threw me in his arms.

Carried by the crowd behind us

Kept us

Crushed us, one against the other

We form one body

And flow effortlessly

We grow, chained one to the other

We’re left happy, drunk and lucky

Driven by the crowd that rushes

And dances

A mad farandole

Both our hands kept bound together

And sometimes raised

Our bodies entwined

And we land

Happy, drunk, and lucky…

And the joy splashed by his smile

Pierced me and reflected in my heart

Suddenly I gave a cry among the laughter

When the crowd came and tore him from my arms…

Carried by the crowd behind us

Kept us

Carried us away from each other

I fight, and I struggle

But his voice is stifled by the laughter of the others

I scream in pain, and in fury, and in rage

And I cry…

Pulled by the crowd that rushes

And dances

A mad farandole

I am taken far away

And I clench my fists, cursing the crowd that stole

The man it gave me

And I never found again…