Les Tout Petits Détails traducción al Inglés

The tiny, little details of our history
I kept them warm
In a tiny, tiny corner of my memory
They are stored very close to the piano

I often use the piano
It resonates like an old sob
I gave him everything
Caresses, blows and syrup

When I walk around the studio
I often come across your photo
You seem to think of me well
Like a deer at bay

And the tiny, tiny details of our history
I classified them without a sob
Arranged in a very small, small directory
Well classified with their number

Our beautiful Thursdays
Your false gray eyelashes
Your appetite
Hair curlers
All that's left of you
Rags and some stockings
And this little cross smile
Who is only yours

Although I ran around the gambling dens
The world is desert without your skin
And I swallow everything
Candy, alcohol and syrup

I untuned the piano
I sometimes get funny faces
But it's your voice like an echo
Who comes to invade the studio

And the tiny, tiny details of our history
I kept them warm
In a tiny, tiny corner of my memory
They are stored very close to the piano
I classified them without a sob
Like a broken record on a phonograph