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Translation
The cat from the artists' café
When we're dead it means we're dead
When we don't laugh anymore it means we don't live anymore
When I'll have cut the string
Put me in a trashcan
Let me rot for a month
And from there throw me to the cat
May he decline my spleen and my liver
But choose the right time so that he eats my heart
And that I stay with you
On your shoulders and you laps
May I be since we have to exist
The cat from the artists' café
And if the bread runs short
I'll be there and don't hesitate
Break my legs and my neck
And then eat me from the cat on
It wouldn't be the first time
An artist is eaten
When we're dead it means we're dead
When we don't laugh anymore it means we don't live anymore
When he cut the string
He was put in a trashcan
And then they forgot me there
la la la la la la la
The same way they forgot the cat
The same way they'll forget my face and my songs
It won't be the last time
An artist is forgotten
When we're dead it means we're dead
When we don't laugh anymore it means we don't live anymore
When he cut the string
He was put in a trashcan
And the they forgot me there
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
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Charlotte Gainsbourg: Top 3
| 1. | L'un part l'autre reste |
| 2. | Le Chat du Café des artistes |
| 3. | Rest |
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