Les Vendredis traducción al Inglés

I was part
From the circle of friends
Which was held on Friday
When the table was set, was set

We were talking about Chopin
Of his curious destiny
And other neighboring salons
To boredom too unhealthy, too unhealthy

And the young pianist played
Everything he wanted
Except Flight of the Valkyries
Who made too much noise, too much noise

There was there
Some women of the world
And a sometimes famous painter
Who made his people laugh, his people laugh

We loved the game cards
Between us, of course
And we no longer cheated
Everyone thought they were happy, thought they were happy

And the young pianist played
All he could
Except the Saddening Prelude
Who would sadden too many people, too many people

There was always
Something to celebrate
All year round
The opportunities were good, were good

The alcohol was better
The house was warm
We were leaving for somewhere else
In the dirty morning, dirty morning

And the young pianist was sleeping
Head on keyboard
Surprised by sleep
At the twilight of the gods, of the gods, of the gods