La Foule / The Crowd (Edith Piaf)

Piano: prof. Adrian Bordeianu The crowd I can still see the town, festive and delirious Suffocating under the sun and from joy And in the music I hear the shouts and laughs That burst and bounce all around me And lost and jostled by that throng Dazed and at a loss, I stand still When suddenly I turn round, he steps back And the crowd throws me right into his arms Taken away by the crowd that drags us And sweeps us along Crushed into each other We are but one body And the flow effortlessly Pushes us, chained together And leaves us both Beaming, on a high, and happy Swept away by the crowd that prances And dances a frenzied farandole Our hands remain knit together And at times lifted up Our entwined bodies fly off And fall back together Beaming, on a high, and happy And joy whipped up by his smile Runs through me and spurts anew from deep within But suddenly I scream among the laughter When the crowd tears him from my arms Carried away by the crowd that drags us And sweeps us along, driving us further apart I fight, I put up a struggle But the sound of his voice Is smothered by all those laughs And I scream in pain, in fury and in rage And I weep Swept away by the crowd that prances And dances a frenzied farandole I’m taken further and further away And I clench my fists, cursing the crowd that robs me Of the man it had given me And that I never found again.