Milord [English translation]

Come on here, sir

Here to my table

If the rain doesn’t stop

We’ll be here together

Give in, sir

I don’t want to snuggle

Nothing will happen to you

Though I did come from the street

I want to hide your prideful sorrow, sir,

in my heart

My heart is wild after all

Can you hear it beating?

When I met you

It was a foggy evening

I heard your voice

It was as prideful as you

No, I’m not surprised

You were, after all, like a king

In your gray raglan1

That one must have been costly, sir!

And a tailcoat under the raglan

And a young lady under your arm

My god, a lady so beautiful it felt insulting

Come on here, sir

Here to my table

If the rain doesn’t stop

We’ll be here together

Give in, sir

I don’t want to snuggle

Nothing will happen to you

Though I did come from the street

I want to hide your prideful sorrow, sir,

in my heart

My heart is wild after all

Can you hear it beating?

When the night train left

The lady left with it

And even I know well

What happen after

The lady robbed you

Of everything she could

I know all that well

The empty, deserted apartment

And what of life?

Yours is full of hope

So have a drink for courage

It’s better to live

Come on here, sir

Oh, how shy you are

Come to my white, peeling bed

No one ever sang to you

About this one man

Who couldn’t afford a new heart, having given his to a lady

A lady like that, my lord,

Should be kept at arm’s length

…Are you crying, sir?

Oh no, I didn’t want that, oh no

…I know, I know, I know, god, I know so well

All right. Come here and sit with me

Have a drink and you’ll feel better

Really, better, better, better…

Now sing with me…

1. a coat with sleeves that continue in one piece up to the neck of a garment, without a shoulder seam.