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As a sad face

Sailing and slides

In a bright ocean

Pursing a kind life

Under a flapping rain

Of steam of mist

And in this bar

He fails and drinks

And in this burning

Alcohol he sinks down

Forgetting his misfortune,

His anxiety and his fear

Il entre dans l'allée royale,

Défie ses sujets,

prend la timbale d'or

Le sceptre et la couronne,

Il se sert, se bat et ordonne

Flames are falling in his brain

Of enlightened madman.

Et maintenant il entre dans la danse des siècles,

Et d'un pouvoir immense, il règne sur tous ces esprits

Tremblants au regard si vide, pauvre peuple oublié

Dans sa folie de l'ordre qui le mène à la mort,

Telle une horde avançant, gémissante,

Se heurtant et à coups de poings, s'entre-tuant.

From a leftover smoke from a candle put out

A torrent of fears shakes him despite his laugh that rings

As an old bell out of tune and empty in the whistling wind,

A light tune on the reef and he sniggers like this reptile

Which is strutting in this marsh where wise men get bogged

...Down