Un Parfum de Fin Du Monde

Tell me, don't blame me if my song has a scent of the end of the world.
Tell me, we'll meet again in a deserted café without cafes, the stations how to find each other tomorrow.
We'll fall asleep since everything will be the big sleep.
Tell me, don't worry if I already see
The first bird of a post-war on a barbed wire that has barbed at the heart of the years.
Now that I know your ins, that I guess my outs,
You're a part of me, couldn't do without you.
Tell me, we'll meet again in a deserted café without cafes the stations how to find each other tomorrow.
You'll put me to sleep I may go to sleep
I'll be ready Hey don't you worry now
If I already see the first bird of a post-war
Soon there'll be a pair which one will remain don't blame me