Appât de velours [English translation]

Master Crow was perched on a tree

holding some cheese in his beak

Master Reynard1, with an appealing look

captures him using these words more or less

What should I do, what are my options

here my expectations are beguiling

I've yet to find solutions

to my problems in any way

The crow replied: make a decision

come on old boy stop playing wanker

you shouldn't cry or play the blues

you're eaten away by passion

Ok it's easy to say but I've urgent needs

I like wetting my wick when I get the chance

You, you got wings thus a head start

I want to tilt the balance

The times go by and time is testing your virtues

little Reynard you'll need a lot of courage

not to end up lost

Let the storm pass

behind it the sun shines, did you notice?

If I told you everything can change Would you believe me?

Lady Crow I thought it over

I've circled around and I've reflected well upon it

I've yet to find solutions

to my problems in any way

Listen you're great and you're not a fool

you're Reynard and I'm the crow

what I've found as the only solution

is to turn your story into a song

Ok it's easy to say but yet this is complicated

I want the right to an asylum a poetic asylum

the balance is fragile and my heart panics

it views my art as dramatic

Come why don't you sit by the fountain

tell us about your sufferings away from home

Reynard sets out wandering, his den being too large

for himself all alone obviously

In the absence of a moral or of patience as well

there's a need to find a moral in the purpose of existence

there it is, I found a little saying

hens are cows of some kind

This time it's too much Master Reynard

you drank too much, you ate too much caviar

there you are subverted by despair

stop you're becoming naive

I must hit the sack, sleep on it

and our truths this evening don't feel like sleeping

turn the time around

'cause everything's changing so quickly when we pace like tightrope walkers

little Reynard you walk to and fro and there goes life

You lack patience Master Reynard

so go to bed because there, it's too late

your sufferings are a gift, I may have an option

turn your story into a song

Let's turn this story into a song

1. Reynard the fox is a literary character

• Artist:Zaz