Charles Trenet - Sur le fil
"Sur le fil" (On the Wire) by the great Charles Trenet.
Over there in the meadow full of daisies
Like a big billiard eaten by moths
We see a painting, an unparalleled painting
A thread that shines in the sun
Then in the middle of the poles leaning
Wound on the wire, the white laundry
The handkerchiefs are shaking and the pants
Are going to skim the petticoats
On the wire, there are shirts
On the wire, swollen by the breeze
On the wire, underpants, socks, slippers
On the wire, dance, dance, dance
On the thread, dance and sway
The birds are singing in April
And love is far from the city
On the wire
Tuesday on the square among the puddles
The party came with its barracks
The circus has planted its big tent
And tonight, they're all up there
On a wire stretched over the heads
Slides the dancer in a sequined dress
The void is watching, the void awaits
And my poor heart palpitates
On the wire, in a pale ray
On the wire, she's the one I love
On the wire, she moves without emotion, and I see
On the wire, like a frail wing
On the wire, the little umbrella
That keeps still my fragile love
On the wire
See the pigs in real gingerbread
Bridges suspended on the precipices
The captive balloons, the docile puppets
All this only held by a thread
As we go, the year is weaving
Along her thread slips the spider
They call me on the phone, a friend in town
Ask me at the end of the line
On the wire, all life is played
On the wire, knotted and unknotted
And I put in the meadow my hopes to dry
On the wire, in a thousand years perhaps
On the wire, without valet nor master
Will my ghost dance? transparent and subtle
On the wire