As a sad face

Sailing and slides

In a bright ocean

Pursing a kind life

Under a flapping rain

Of steam of mist



And in this bar

He fails and drinks

And in this burning

Alcohol he sinks down

Forgetting his misfortune, 

His anxiety and his fear



Il entre dans l'all©e royale, 

D©fie ses sujets, 

prend la timbale d'or

Le sceptre et la couronne, 

Il se sert, se bat et ordonne



Flames are falling in his brain 

Of enlightened madman.



Et maintenant 

il entre dans la danse des si¨cles, 

Et d'un pouvoir immense, 

il r¨gne sur tous ces esprits 

Tremblants au regard si vide, 

pauvre peuple oubli© 



Dans sa folie de l'ordre 

qui le m¨ne   la mort, 

Telle une horde avan§ant, 

g©missante, 

Se heurtant et   coups de poings, 

s'entre-tuant.



From a leftover smoke 

from a candle put out 

A torrent of fears shakes him 

despite his laugh that rings

As an old bell out of tune 

and empty in the whistling wind, 

A light tune on the reef 

and he sniggers like this reptile

Which is strutting in this marsh 

where wise men get bogged

...Down