Translation of the song lyrics Poule aux yeux d'or - Primero

Poule aux yeux d'or (original)

— Frank, You really are a wonderful talker.
If black could be made into white
by talking, you’d be the man for the job.
So now I’m crazy because I don’t love
you.
Right?
Is that the point?
— No. Wrong.
You’re not crazy and you do love me.
That’s the point, April
Du côté droit, les draps de lit d’Armand sont gelés
Avant hier, les querelles ont mis la frontière
Entre les parois de la chambre et celle du palier
La concierge ferme doucement la paupière
Paraît qu’Armand n’arpente pratiquement plus l’escalier
Cendres, fumée blanche et planche à dessin
Il n’est le gendre de personne
La fille des Anderson rêvait d’un médecin Suisse-Allemand
Terminer le fond du sachet, guettant l’interphone, depuis le divan
Il vit seulement de quelques cachets
Certitudes et questions: être, avoir, être honnête
Se voir être avare lorsque l’on manque de gestion
Le soir, inquiète, la voisine le voit se mettre à table
Inspecte comme un espion le moindre de ses états d'âme
Lasagnes et plats chinois
Barman et artiste, storyboarder, harpiste
What the hell are you doing in my house if you hate me so much?
I mean, why didn’t you just get rid of it when you had the chance?
Because listen to me.
Listen to me, I got news for you
I wish to God that you had

Poule aux yeux d'or (translation)

— Frank, You really are a wonderful talker.
If black could be made into white
by talking, you'd be the man for the job.
So now I'm crazy because I don't love
you.
Right?
Is that the point?
— No. Wrong.
You're not crazy and you do love me.
That's the point, April
On the right side, Armand's bed sheets are frozen
Before yesterday, the quarrels put the border
Between the chamber walls and the landing
The janitor gently closes the eyelid
Apparently Armand hardly paces the stairs anymore
Ashes, white smoke and drawing board
He's nobody's son-in-law
Anderson's daughter dreamed of a Swiss-German doctor
Finish the bottom of the bag, watching the intercom, from the couch
He only lives on a few pills
Certainties and questions: to be, to have, to be honest
Seeing yourself being stingy when you lack management
In the evening, worried, the neighbor sees him sit down to eat
Inspects like a spy the slightest of his moods
Lasagna and Chinese dishes
Bartender and artist, storyboarder, harpist
What the hell are you doing in my house if you hate me so much?
I mean, why didn't you just get rid of it when you had the chance?
Because listen to me.
Listen to me, I got news for you
I wish to God that you had