A l'enseigne de la fille sans coeur

The sky is blue, the wind from the sea
Digging the sea quite nicely
Towards the port charging
Gallop its white squadrons
It's a port at the edge of the world
Whose streets open onto infinity
But from there as the Earth is round
You can't see the United States.

Everyone doesn't care, there is happiness
There's a bar at Rita the blonde's
Everyone doesn't care, there is happiness
At the sign of the Heartless Girl!
The accordion plays in major
The refrains of this vast world
There's Rita and her heart-shaped pins
At the sign of the Heartless Girl.

In this little bar, that's where she reigns
We see her golden mane flaming
Her mouth is like a bleeding fruit
But they say her heart is dead
Yet the guys are there, all funny:
The small ones, the tough ones, the tough guys
Who come in rolling their shoulders
Some came from Dakar.

Some from Antwerp, some from Honfleur
Sailing sometimes to the poles
They look at her, it's all their happiness
But not one knows her favors
The accordion plays in major
All tunes: the sad ones, the funny ones
There's the beautiful blonde, this blooming rose
At the sign of the Heartless Girl.

They loved her, the tougher she was
The crueler her gaze
They tightened their belts
It was hell, it was heaven.
A smile and it was Sunday
The guys said,