Le Président

What a night, gentlemen, ladies,
Such an atmosphere, a whole program,
Mountains of caviar and champagne,

With the orchestra playing softly,
All of Paris and its divine women,
No one was missing tonight and I was there.

A grand lord presents himself,
'I am Count Tralalère,
Very happy and welcome to my home, madam,

Fantastic, beautiful manners,
A gaze that sets you on fire,
No compliments, you are at home here.

You would think,
You're in a movie,
Silverware, crystal and all that jazz:

'Please,
My dear friend...'
He introduces me,
The president, the senator, the fat banker, the big director and...

Two ministers, a round magistrate,
Three or four builders,
Advisor, ambassador, and a maharajah;

But the president steps forward,
What a handsome man, what elegance,
He talks to me briefly.

You don't know,
But that one there,
Is the most powerful man among all these people,

And we just,
A moment ago,
Made a deal here, a big deal,
And to celebrate, will you dance with me?

I fall asleep in fairyland,
I wake up with the TV,
And there on the screen, I see in the foreground,

The photo of my president,
Like a simple criminal,
The presenter announces, very seriously:

'Arrest the handsome trafficker,
Who declared himself president,
Who knows how he will get out of this.'

I stay there, dumbfounded,
Watching my president,
Who knows how he will get out of this.

Who knows?...
Who knows?...
Who knows?...

But...
But, who knows?...
But who knows?...