Le Vieux Monsieur De La Rue Royale [English translation]

Sometimes I get bored

And I go down to breathe in the sun

The city is noisy

But it does not have time to listen to the heart of passers-by

So I am going away

The place I know

There exists for me

A man, a friend

To whom I can speak

And especially whom I love to listen to

He knows so many stories

The old gentleman of the rue Royale

And his Atlantic eyes

The old gentleman of the rue Royale

And his voice of blues

Which wavers a little

He teaches me the names of roses

The secret of everything

The gentleman, the gentleman, whom I love

The old gentleman of the rue Royale

He thinks only about others

The old gentleman of the rue Royale

He has the air of a happy advocate

And under his hair

All the goodness of the world

Set upon his shoulders

The gentleman, the gentleman

He says, wish for people

The same joy

That you wish for yourself

Tells me about time

That there is only one secret

It is to love to be better loved

He says words that I love

The old gentleman of the rue Royale

And his snowy hair

The old gentleman of the Royale Street

And often when I dream about him

I see him walking

Between the sun and the clouds

Like a travelling young man

In the sky

And I tell the old gentleman of the rue Royale

My song embraces you

Let me wish you

A lifetime of more than me

Let me address you informally

So that I tell you that I love you

So that I tell you that I love you

Simply

And truly

Forever