Translation of the song lyrics J'ai revu la cigarette - Michel Delpech

J'ai revu la cigarette (original)

J’ai revu la cigarette au bar-tabac, juste en d’ssous d’la carotte
Elle tait l, alors j’l’ai prise en stop
Entre mes doigts, elle avait la tremblote
peine rev’nue, l, sur mes lvres
Elle m’a gliss «J'ai vu l’enfer, tu sais?»
«Ils ont tous tir sur elle boulets rouges» m’a souffl son bout-filtre
«Ils m’ont grille!»
elle m’a dit, pathtique
«Ont dit qu’je tuais!
Et le sucre?
Et les chips?
Ils m’ont chasse des lieux publics
O, mine de rien, je donnais un coup d' main
Sans moi, sans moi, regardez-moi d’quoi ils ont l’air
Sans mes volutes, mon atmosphre, les restaurants, les p’tits cafs?
Sans moi, sans moi, c’est les rveurs qui ont trinqu
Ils ont tous vite oubli ces russites o, quand mme, j’ai ma part!
Imagine-t-on Nicoprive et Gainsbarre
Casablanca avec un patch Bogart?
Qui m’aurait dit qu’aprs l’amour, Htel du Nord, on m’allum’rait dehors?
Sans moi, sans moi, malgr l’alcool qui garde son job
Dans les quartets des Cotton Club, les saxos sonnent aseptiss
Sans moi, sans moi, regarde l’ambiance!
Comme au muse!
Sans moi, sans moi, il va falloir vous respirer!
Sans moi, sans moi, il va falloir vous respirer!
Sans moi, sans moi, il va falloir vous respirer

(translation)

I saw the cigarette again at the tobacco bar, just under the carrot
She was there, so I picked her up
Between my fingers she had the tremble
barely returned, there, on my lips
She said, "I've seen hell, you know?"
“They all fired red balls at her” his filter tip whispered to me
“They burned me!”
she said to me, pathetic
“Said that I was killing!
And the sugar?
How about potato chips?
They kicked me out of public places
O casually I was helping out
Without me, without me, look at what they look like
Without my curls, my atmosphere, the restaurants, the little cafés?
Without me, without me, it's the dreamers who toast
They all quickly forgot about those success stories where, anyway, I got my share!
Imagine Nicoprive and Gainsbarre
Casablanca with a Bogart patch?
Who would have told me that after love, Htel du Nord, they would turn me on outside?
Without me, without me, despite the alcohol that keeps its job
In the Cotton Club quartets, the saxophones sound sanitized
Without me, without me, look at the vibe!
Like at the museum!
Without me, without me, you're gonna have to breathe!
Without me, without me, you're gonna have to breathe!
Without me, without me, you'll have to breathe