At Mylene's    
heavy coat hooks    
on poussait la porte d'une main ferme    
pour entrer en gargote.        
 
Ça parlait fort    
everyone was smoking    
on wooden benches    
des formes s'agitaient.        
 
The fire was roaring    
steam rose from the cauldron    
the light oscillated    
les ombres dansaient.        
 
Then it sang     
grave    
under the beams    
où séchait le hareng.        
 
Voices from the depths of time    
to scrape one's stomach    
scratched the assembly    
des hommes de mer.        
 
A woman    
from one table to another    
from his sandstone pitcher    
servait le rire et le boire.        
 
 
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