Tous les amoureux chantent [English translation]

In the street,

All the lovers sing,

All the lovers sing

Street songs.

From above,

Sunlight floods

And the crowd and people

Drowns them in the bustle.

In the street, Suzon and Jean-Pierre

Are singing in their own way

Some street songs.

She's so blonde...

As blonde as a sunbeam.

Her curls are wandering,

And cutting in the sky

Some round haloes,

And him...

Only a little guy from home,

That's all.

They're not even fourty if we add up their ages.

Long live the street lovers !

In the street,

All the lovers sing,

All the lovers sing

Street songs.

From above,

Sunlight floods

And the crowd and people

Drowns them in the bustle.

But what is in the bustle,

In the bustle of the street ?

There's Suzon running, distraught,

Without Jean-Pierre... without Jean-Pierre...

Distraught...

In the street,

Suzon is crying, crying over her love.

Look out...

Cars, bikes are honking.

We ring, we whistle, we scream "look out !"

A sudden brake...

In the street,

All the lovers cry,

All the lovers cry

In the street.

From above,

The sun and the round dance,

The crazy round dance

Made of laughing people

Because the bustle is making fun of the lovers

Who die,

Who die in the street...