Chez lui - Mathilde Übersetzung ins Englische

Chez lui

Chez lui, y a des pancartes et des slogans
Et des amis qui n'prennent pas d'camps
Chez lui
Chez lui, on passe la nuit debout
On parle liberté comme des fous

Chez lui
Chez lui, c'est aussi tout Paris
Pour battre le pavé sous la pluie
Chez lui
Chez lui, on cause littérature
Franc-mac, politique et droiture

Chez lui
Chez lui, c'est ferveur et passion
Idéaux, grandeur et raison
Comment ne peut-il voir, ne peut-il croire
Que j'l'aime à ma façon?

Chez lui
Chez lui, c'est au bord de la mer
Elle qu'est tellement belle en hiver
Chez lui
Chez lui, c'est au fond de ses yeux
Qui brillent du secret de nous deux

Chez lui
Chez lui, c'est au bord de mon cœur
Là où nos murmures se meurent
Chez lui
Chez lui, c'est au bord de mon âme
Mais tant pis si ça vire au drame

Chez lui
Chez lui, je l'aime, chez lui, je ris
Il est le poème de ma vie
Comment ne peut-il voir, ne peut-il croire
Que c'est le paradis?

Chez lui
Chez lui, c'est nulle part et partout
Le monde est à lui et c'est tout
Chez lui
C'est jusqu'au bout de l'horizon
Où il m'emmène avec passion
Chez lui

Chez lui, mon corps lui appartient
Sous sa peau, sous sa bouche, ses mains
Chez lui
Chez lui, je suis belle et heureuse
Complètement libre et amoureuse de lui
Et sur tous les toits, j'veux crier
Que c'est par moi qu'il est aimé
Tant pis pour la morale
J'm'en fous pas mal
J'veux plus qu'il soit secret

Mais lui
Mais lui, mais lui me voudra-t-il
Moi qui ne suis que moi?
Mais lui, m'aimera-t-il
Et aussi fort que ça?

Moi qui ai un autre à quitter
Je me perds dans mes vérités
Mais, dis, crois-tu, mon âme
Vois-tu, mon âme, que je l'aime à en crever?

Chez lui

At his place, there are posters and slogans
And friends who don't take sides
At his place
At his place, we stay up all night
We talk about freedom like crazy people

At his place
At his place, it's all of Paris too
To pound the pavement in the rain
At his place
At his place, we talk about literature
Freemasonry, politics and righteousness

At his place
At his place, it's fervor and passion
Ideals, grandeur and reason
How can he not see, can he not believe
That I love him in my own way?

At his place
At his place, it's by the sea
Which is so beautiful in winter
At his place
At his place, it's in the depths of his eyes
Which shine with the secret between us

At his place
At his place, it's at the edge of my heart
Where our whispers fade away
At his place
At his place, it's at the edge of my soul
But too bad if it turns into a drama

At his place
At his place, I love him, at his place, I laugh
He is the poem of my life
How can he not see, can he not believe
That it's paradise?

At his place
At his place, it's nowhere and everywhere
The world belongs to him and that's it
At his place
It's to the end of the horizon
Where he takes me with passion
At his place

At his place, my body belongs to him
Under his skin, under his mouth, his hands
At his place
At his place, I am beautiful and happy
Completely free and in love with him
And on all the rooftops, I want to shout
That it's through me that he is loved
Too bad for morality
I don't care much
I don't want him to be a secret anymore

But him
But him, but him, will he want me?
Me who am just me?
But will he love me?
And as strongly as that?

Me who has another to leave
I get lost in my truths
But, tell me, do you believe, my soul?
Do you see, my soul, that I love him to death?