O,cântece vechi
Aţi fost o minune care a ţinut şapte zile.
Când aţi apărut în reviste
A fost ceva vâlvă la Chicago,
Dar acum sunteţi perimate şi învechite,
O modă de mult apusă,
O crinolină,o caleaşcă,
O antichitate banală şi efemeră.
Doar simţământul dăinuie.
Simţămintele voastre?
Sunt cele ale unui maestru de ceremonii.
Epilogue
O CHANSONS foregoing
You were a seven days' wonder.
When you came out in the magazines
You created considerable stir in Chicago,
And now you are stale and worn out,
You're a very depleted fashion,
A hoop-skirt, a calash,
An homely, transient antiquity.
Only emotion remains.
Your emotions?
Are those of a maitre-de-cafe.
O CHANSONS foregoing
You were a seven days' wonder.
When you came out in the magazines
You created considerable stir in Chicago,
And now you are stale and worn out,
You're a very depleted fashion,
A hoop-skirt, a calash,
An homely, transient antiquity.
Only emotion remains.
Your emotions?
Are those of a maitre-de-cafe.
