Текст песни Jacques Brel - Voir un ami pleurer

Of course there are Irish feuds
And tribes without music
Of course all this stinginess on affection
And there is no more America
Of course money has no smell
But the empty smell hits your nose
Of course we are marching in colors
But, but what is it like to see a crying friend

Of course here they are, our defeats
And then death, at the end of the road
The body is already bowing its head
Wondering what's still worth
Of course there are unfaithful wives
And slain birds
Surely our hearts are losing their wings
But, but what is it like to see a crying friend

Surely these exhausted cities
With these fifty year olds
Our powerlessness is meant to help them
And our passions, aching with toothache
Of course time flies too fast
These subway cars are filled with the doomed
Truth escapes us
But, but what is it like to see a crying friend

Of course our mirrors are straight
No courage to be a Jew
Nor elegance, to be a black man
We imagine ourselves as a wick - but only we are wax
And all these people who are our brothers
We are not surprised at all
That with love they laced us
But, but what is it like to see a crying friend.