Translation of the song lyrics Les Vitrines - Kid Francescoli, Julia Minkin

Les Vitrines (original)

Quoi de plus troublant que l’air des villes
Quoi de plus fragile que ce sentiment, quand tout défile
Toi pas très subtil tu mates les filles
Elles semblent sortir de l’océan, ou d’un roman
Et tu t’mates dans les vitrines
Tu t’fais des films
Quoi de plus troublant que l’air des villes
Les néons s’allument en un instant, la nuit descend
Toi pas très subtil tu mates les filles
Leurs ombres glissent entre les passants et la nuit s'étend
Et tu t’mates dans les vitrines
Tu t’fais des films
Et tu t’mates dans les vitrines
Tu t’fais des films

Les Vitrines (translation)

What is more disquieting than the breath of cities,
What frailty compares to this feeling, as the world streams past—
You, with all the tact of a thunderclap, devour the women with your gaze,
They seem to stride ashore from some salt-breathing myth or the hush of a half-finished novel,
And in glass, you hunt your own reflection,
You conjure fevered phantoms in your mind’s lantern,
What is more disquieting than the breath of cities,
Neon ignites like lightning, and darkness slides down the eaves,
You, with all the tact of a thunderclap, devour the women with your gaze,
Their shadows flow between the living, and night blooms outward,
And in glass, you hunt your own reflection,
You conjure fevered phantoms in your mind’s lantern,
And in glass, you hunt your own reflection,
You conjure fevered phantoms in your mind’s lantern