La guinguette a fermé ses volets [English translation]

CHORUS:

The tavern closed its shutters.

The merry triplets

rung out of the accordion.

We see, as on a screen

Worrying profiles

Whose shadows play.

We say, however, a strong,

Who curled the scaffold

For the selling who beguiled,

Just entered, furious,

Vengeful ...

Yes, but...

The tavern closed its shutters.

The pace of not ... uncertain ...

Suddenly...

If it's time?

And the plaintive accordion,

Fearful,

Its a home! ...

curses of male voices

And groans,

The fall of heavy bodies,

Surly, heavy blows.

CHORUS:

The tavern closed its shutters.

The same sound worried

of the frozen accordion.

It is seen, as on a screen,

Panting couples

Whose shadows grimace.

We guess, shock, fury

Beefy sweaty

Rolling and hug,

We would like to see

And knowledge.

Yes, but...

The tavern closed its shutters.

Calm returns abruptly.

Really,

Was it an illusion?

Why these convulsive sobs,

Stealth? ...

Women weep.

There, behind a group

By the Seine

Some cursed package

In that dark night ...

CHORUS:

The tavern opened its shutters.

The merry triplets

Accordion fuse.

Lanterns light, discreet,

The perky couples

In their confused shadows.

They say that tonight the burly

Who curled the scaffold

For who sold rusent,

Came out very gay.

Is it true ?

Yes, but...

The tavern had put its shutters ...

• Artist:Damia