L'hiver est là traducción al Inglés

Mémère Lachaise
In the nettles
Grandpa Lachaise hasn't come home
And, he fell down the stairs
And his bottle didn't break.

Grandpa Lachaise, Mrs. Satan
The blood will flow into the gutter
Grandpa Lachaise, Mrs. Cageot
Roger's wife, who had 13 puppies

One dog died, the other hanged himself
There is more love in homes
The blood will flow into the gutter
Winter is here, showing its teeth

You may be called Oscar Tramor
Here you are all alone like a dead rat
You may call yourself the great Dédé
There is nothing prouder than a dead cat

The sun sleeps far from Gare du Nord
The sun sleeps little neon
Sleep under the bridges, little Lucien
A little rain in your socks
Little rain deep in the bones
Winter is here, showing its teeth

You may be called Oscar Tramor
There you are, all alone like a dead rat
You may call yourself the great Dédé
There is nothing prouder than a dead cat

Grandpa Lachaise, Mrs. Cageot
Roger's wife, who had 13 puppies
One dog died, the other hanged himself
There is more love in homes
The blood will flow into the gutter
Winter is here, showing its teeth

You may be called Oscar Tramor
Here you are all alone like a dead rat
You may call yourself the great Dédé
You're no prouder than a dead cat.

The sun sleeps far from Gare du Nord
The sun sleeps little neon
The sun sleeps far from Gare du Nord
The sun sleeps little neon

Sleep under the bridges, little Lucien
A little rain in your socks
Little rain deep in the bones
Winter is here, showing its teeth

You may be called Oscar Tramor
Here you are all alone like a dead rat
You may call yourself the great Dédé
You're no prouder than a dead cat.

It's the five-time waltz