Une petite cantate [English translation]

A little cantata,

From my fingertips,

Obsessive and clumsy

Goes up to you.

A little cantata

Like the one we used to play.

Alone, I play it clumsily,

Si mi la ré sol do fa

This little cantata,

Fa sol do fa,

Was not of the clumsy type

When you played it.

The notes ran so easily,

Merry, in your fingertips.

But I, there, was so clumsy,

Si mi la ré sol do fa.

Yet, you have gone, so frail,

To the beyond,

And I remain , awkward,

Fa sol do fa.

I think of you, all smiles,

Sitting before this piano,

Saying : '' right, you play, I sing''

Sing it, do sing it for me ''.

Si mi la ré si mi la ré si sol do fa

Si mi la ré si mi la ré si sol do fa.

O my dear Friend

O sweetheart

O you, little sweet of mine ,

My god, how this cantata

Is difficult without you !

A short little prayer, la la la,

With my Heart to make it

And my ten fingers.

A short little prayer

But no sign of the cross,

What an offense to the Father,

He will sure forgive me that.

Si mi la ré si mi la ré si sol do fa

Si mi la ré si mi la ré si sol do fa.

The Angels with their trumpets

Will play it, play it for you,

This little cantata

That we used to play,

The Angels with their trumpets

Will play it, play it for you

This little cantata

That goes up to you,

This little cantata

That goes up to you,

Si mi la ré si mi la ré si sol do fa

• Artist:Barbara
• Album:Le Mal de vivre (1965)