À L'Enseigne De La Fille Sans Coeur

The sky is blue, the ocean breeze
Carves the sea so beautifully
Towards the port, rising with the tide
Gallop sixteen white squadrons
It's a port right on the edge of the world
Where the streets open to infinity
But from there, since the earth is round,
You can't see the United States.
Nobody gives a damn, there's happiness
There's a bar at Rita the blonde's
Nobody gives a damn, there's happiness
At the sign of the Heartless Girl!
The accordion plays in major
The refrains of this vast world
There's the beautiful blonde,
This blooming rose,
At the sign of the Heartless Girl.
In this little bar, that's where she reigns
You can see her golden hair shining
Her mouth is like a bleeding fruit
But they say her heart is dead
Yet the guys are there, all funny:
The little ones, the tough ones, the muscleheads
Who swagger in, rolling their shoulders
Some came all the way from Dakar.
Some from Antwerp, some from Honfleur,
Roaming sometimes all the way to the poles
They look at her, that's all their joy,
But not one knows her favors
The accordion plays in major
All the tunes: the sad, the funny...
There are guys playing for their happiness
At the sign of the Heartless Girl.
The owner knew the music:
He loved the sound of coins
He told his only daughter:
"Run from love, it's a waste of time!"
But one night, the sea was raging...
We saw a stranger walk in
With beautiful azure eyes, cloudless
That's when everything changed...
He looked at the heartless girl
She was like a stormy sky
Someone said: "There's a disaster"
You could hear hearts beating.
The accordion plays in minor
A refrain in the wild wind
There's a girl with a tear-streaked face
At the sign of the Heartless Girl.
He said: "It's you, my divine!"
She replied: "I'm yours..."
He held her close to his chest
She cried in his arms.
The others then, melancholic
Left with a sigh...
The wind sang over the Atlantic
For this heart that just opened
They slipped away to their great happiness
The owner had to close shop
We saw him drink all his liqueurs
At the sign of the Heartless Girl
Yes, but the state, that greedy bastard,
Always with a sense of humor
Set up the tax office
At the sign of the Heartless Girl...