L'homme au piano

Ask the man at the piano
At the piano, at the piano
To hit it hard like a hammer
Hammering away, hammering away
Let him play it loud and clear
Loud and clear, right or wrong
I know his fingers aren't made of wood
But when he breaks them
We'll get them replaced...
The main thing is that he plays
Like a slot machine
Non-stop until the end...

Maybe your heart will hear
A bit of all this racket
And then you'll understand
That the piano plays for you
I have to chase away as best I can
The silent ghost
If the guy's making noise
It's because I'm yelling at him
To hit it like a deaf man
It'll never sound more off-key
Than the song of words
That spoke of our love...

Ask the man at the piano
At the piano, at the piano
To hit it hard like a hammer
Hammering away, hammering away
To smash in my head
My love into pieces
Even if he’s down to just one finger
Let him bang away with his arms
After all, I don't care
The main thing is that he plays
Like a slot machine
Until the end, until the end...

Ask the man at the piano
At the piano, at the piano...
At the piano...