Le Disque usé [English translation]

Dead end of the gutter,

In the alley of the sailors

Where no light enters

There is a small ugly restaurant.

The sad and pale figure,

A servant with blue eyes

Dreams of the most beautiful stops

And the wonderful skies.

Each boat whistle

She says, "Your wait is in vain."

But, in a corner, a phonograph

Sings its old catchphrase.

"As long as there is life, there is hope.

Your desires, your dreams

Will be granted one evening.

Before your life ends,

Happiness will come to see you.

It must be waited for without a break.

Hunt black butterflies.

As long as there is life, there is hope."

He was handsome like an angel

With blond hair like honey.

His stare was strange,

More blue than sky blue.

He called the servant

And he told her, "I was looking for you."

She responded, shaking:

"I have waited a long time."

He took her into his arms,

"When I will be captain..."

And the old record, quietly

Sings its old catchphrase.

"As long as there is life, there is hope.

Your desires, your dreams

Will be granted one evening.

Before your life ends,

Happiness will come to see you.

It must be waited for without a break.

Hunt black butterflies.

As long as there is life, there is hope."

Dead end of the gutter,

In the alley of the sailors

Where no light enters

There is a small ugly restaurant.

She waits, proud and haughty,

She waits, since twenty years,

She waits for her captain,

And her stare is confident.

Each boat whistle

She says, "Your wait is in vain."

But she listens to the phonograph

Scratching its old catchphrase.

"As long as there is life, there is ho...

There is ho...

There is ho...

Your desires, your dreams

Will be granted one evening.

Before your life ends,

Happiness will come to see you.

It must be waited for without a break.

Hunt black butterflies.

As long as there is life, there is ho...

As long as there is life, there is ho...

As long as there is life, there is ho..."