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'allée royale, Défie 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 siècles Et d'un pouvoir immense, Il règne sur tous ces esprits Tremblants au regard si vide, Pauvre peuple oublié Dans sa folie de l'ordre Qui le mène à la mort, Telle une horde avançant, Gémissante, Se heurtant et à coups de poings, S'entretuant. 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