Broadcast Christmas Eve 1968. The Last song on the program, preceded by "Regarde Bien Petit," "L'eclusier," "Je Suis un Soir D'ete" and "Vesoul." Directed By Alain Dhenaut. Brel was allowed to freely adapt Joe Darion's lyrics from the original Broadway comedy of 1965 : MAN OF LA MANCHA. Music by Mitch Leigh.
Here's my translation, though I'm open to suggestions:
To dream an impossible dream To bear the burden of enterprise To burn, though it may be fever, To go where no one will go To love until torn asunder To love too much, even wrongly To attempt, without an army, without armor, To reach for the unreachable star, That is my quest, To follow my star I don't care about my chances I don't care about time, or how wretched I am and I'll struggle forever without sleep, without complaint, To be condemned For the gold of one utterance of love.
I don't know if I will be this hero but my heart holds fast and the towns have been shrouded in blue because of one poor soul Burn on, till all's been burnt Burn on, burn too much, even wrongly To reach out till I'm torn apart, To reach for the unreachable star.