This English translation is from lyricstranslate.com.
There are more than two thousand of them
Yet I can only see those two people
It seems that the rain
Has bound them together
There are more than two thousand of them
Yet I can only see those two people
And I know they're speaking
He must be telling her, "I love you!"
She must be telling him, "I love you!"
I guess they are
Not promising anything to each other
Those two people are too thin
To be dishonest
There are more than two thousand of them
Yet I can only see those two people
And suddenly, he cries
He cries in gushing spurts
However surrounded they are
By fatty men in sweat
And hope-eaters
Who are pointing their nose at them
But those two broken hearts
Proud in sorrow
Leave the dogs
The feat to judge them
＊
Life is merciless
And that's bloody sad
Orly, on sunday
With or without Bécaud* !
＊
And now they're crying
I mean, the two of them
Just before, it was him
When I was saying "he"
They're so embedded
That they can't hear anything
But each other's sobs
And then
And then, infinitely
Like two praying bodies
Infinitely, slowly
Those two bodies separate
And in separating
Those two bodies are torn
And I swear they yell
And then, they take each other again
Become together as one again
Become fire again
And then are torn again
Holding each other's look
And then, as they step backward
As the tide goes out
He consumes this goodbye
He spits some words
Vaguely waving a hand
And suddenly, he flees
Flees without turning back
And then, he disappears
Swallowed by the stairs
＊
And then, he disappears
Swallowed by the stairs
And she stays there
With her heart crossed, gawping
Without a shout, without a word
She knows her death
She's just crossed its path
She then turns back
Once again
Her arms are stretched to the ground
Here she goes, she's a thousand years old!
The door is closed again
She's hence in the dark
She spins around
And she already knows
Then she'll always spin
She lost several men
But thereupon she loses love
Love told her
Inanity comes back
She'll be living from plans
That will always be left unstarted
She's fragile again
Before she's for sale
I'm here, I follow her
I don't dare anything for her
Whom the crowd is nibling
Like any old fruit
This English translation is from lyricstranslate.com.
There are more than two thousand of them Yet I can only see those two people It seems that the rain Has bound them together There are more than two thousand of them Yet I can only see those two people And I know they're speaking He must be telling her, "I love you!" She must be telling him, "I love you!" I guess they are Not promising anything to each other Those two people are too thin To be dishonest
There are more than two thousand of them Yet I can only see those two people And suddenly, he cries He cries in gushing spurts However surrounded they are By fatty men in sweat And hope-eaters Who are pointing their nose at them But those two broken hearts Proud in sorrow Leave the dogs The feat to judge them
＊ Life is merciless And that's bloody sad Orly, on sunday With or without Bécaud* ! ＊
And now they're crying I mean, the two of them Just before, it was him When I was saying "he" They're so embedded That they can't hear anything But each other's sobs And then And then, infinitely Like two praying bodies Infinitely, slowly Those two bodies separate And in separating Those two bodies are torn And I swear they yell And then, they take each other again Become together as one again Become fire again And then are torn again Holding each other's look And then, as they step backward As the tide goes out He consumes this goodbye He spits some words Vaguely waving a hand And suddenly, he flees Flees without turning back And then, he disappears Swallowed by the stairs
＊
And then, he disappears Swallowed by the stairs And she stays there With her heart crossed, gawping Without a shout, without a word She knows her death She's just crossed its path She then turns back Once again Her arms are stretched to the ground Here she goes, she's a thousand years old! The door is closed again She's hence in the dark She spins around And she already knows Then she'll always spin She lost several men But thereupon she loses love Love told her Inanity comes back She'll be living from plans That will always be left unstarted She's fragile again Before she's for sale
I'm here, I follow her I don't dare anything for her Whom the crowd is nibling Like any old fruit