Les Amants de Venise [English translation]

She said to him: “We might think we are in Venice

Where the streams brimmed with grey water.”

How it rained… How it rained

She said to him: “We might think we are in a gondola.

I am listening to your heart that is playing its barcarole”

How it rained… How it rained

They were there, huddled in their caravan

With the night and the storm at the door

She said to him: “We might think we are in Venice.”

He replied: “But we are in Venice!”

How they loved each other… How they loved each other

Here are the lights twinkling by the hundred

The pretty night coloured with lanterns

Close your eyes

You will see better

But they saw only a poor reflection

That did not even light up their misery.

And just down there, at the corner of the road

A little plaque in pale blue

Where written beneath was seen:

“Italian Gate”

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