Je tuerai la pianiste [English translation]

I'll kill the pianist

For what she did to me

Each day of my life

Each week, each month

And I'll bite her cheek

That one day was mine

On the piano of her nights

On the piano of her sheets

I'm gonna kill the pianist

So that everyone will know

That something exists

I'll kill the pianist

So that everyone will know

That the life of an artist

Isn't rose-colored, isn't spotless

Like a ship that pitches about

That gives up its lines

I'll kill the pianist

So that everyone will know

That something exists

Outside of this

When she was twenty

The crowd at her feet

Under the golden wainscotting

Where she played Mozart, Chopin

I'll kill the pianist

Who didn't know how to love me

In the bedroom I cry

Where love is hidden

I'll kill the pianist

So that everyone will know

That something exists

And when it's done

When the day rises up

On the satin of her misdeeds

Like a rock raised up

Where the vermin crawl

In champagne or caviar

In her ermine jacket

Everyone will see her, her wasted body

At the top of her bathtub

White as a lily

I'll kill the pianist

For what she did to me

Each day that God made

Each week, each month

And when it's done

When the day rises up

By the stage door

When everyone will know it is I

Then I will leave

I will cover her with gold

Then I will go

I'll kill the pianist

For what she did to me

Each day of my life

Each week, each month

I will bite her cheek

That one day was mine

On the piano of her nights

On the piano of her sheets

I'm gonna kill the pianist

So that everyone knows

That something exists

I'm an Indian, I'm an Apach

I'm an Indian, I'm an Apache

By which we make believe

That the pain is hidden away

I'm an Apache, I'm an Indian

By which we make believe

That the mountain is far away

I'll kill the pianist

I'll kill the pianist

I'll kill

• Artist:Alain Bashung
• Album:Bleu Pétrole