La Foule [English translation]

I remember (lit.: see again) the city, celebrating and delirious

Suffocating from (lit. under) sun and joy

And in the music I hear the cries and laughter

that burst and bounce around me

and lost amidst these jostling people

dizzy and disoriented (? maybe not the best translation), I stand still

when suddenly, I turn around, he steps back

and the crowd just throws me in his arms

Carried away by the crowd that pulls on us,

takes us in tow.

Crushed into each other

we are but one single body.

Without effort the flow

pushes us, chained to each other

and leaves us both

blossoming, intoxicated, happy

carried with the crowd that pushes ahead

and dances a mad farandola (=folk dance)

Our [two] hands remain (as) soldered,

and, at times lifted up

our entwined bodies fly away

and fall back together

blossoming, intoxicated, happy

And joy, kindled (??) by his smile

pierces me, and wells up again deep inside me (lit.: at my bottom)

But suddenly, in between laughter, I let out a cry

when, all of a sudden, the crowd tears him out of my arms

Carried away by the crowd that pulls on u

takes us in tow, moves us apart from each other (this doesn't sound very good, but I find nothing better)

I fight and I wrestle

but the sound of his voice

is smothered in the their (=the crowds) laughter (lit.: laughs of the others)

I shout from pain, rage and anger

and I cry

carried by the crowd that pushes ahead

and dances a mad farandola

I'm carried away in the distance

I clench my fists, damning the crowd that steals from me

the man she had given me

and that I've never found again

• Artist:Édith Piaf