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Vincent Malloy is seven years old,
he's always polite and does what he's told.
For a boy his age he's considerate and nice,
but he wants to be just like Vincent Price.

Voici Vincent Dupont, il vient d'avoir 7 ans.
il est toujours poli, c'est un garçon charmant.
Vincent est affectueux, d'une grande gentillesse,
mais il veut faire des films d'horreur comme Vincent Price.

He doesn't mind living with his sister dog and cats,
though he would rather share a home with spiders and bats,

Sa soeur, son chien, son chat, lui tiennent compagnie,
mais il serait bien mieux avec les chauves-souris.

there he could reflect on the horrors he has invented,
and wonder dark hallways alone and tormented.

Là il ferait marcher ses inventions terribles,
et promènerait seul son tourment indicible.

Vincent is nice when his aunt comes to see him,
but imagines dipping her in wax for his wax museum.

Quand sa tante vient le voir, Vincent est tout sourire,
il veut pour son musée la plonger dans la cire.

He likes to experiment on his dog Abercrombie,
in the hops of creating a horrible zombie.
So he and his horrible zombie dog,
could go searching for victims in the London fog.

Il fait des expériences sur son chien, Aimable,
dans l'espoir de créer un monstre épouvantable,
et de trouver, avec ce sinistre vaurien,
des proies faciles dans le brouillard londonien.

His thoughts though aren't only of goulish crime,
he likes to paint and read to pass some of the time,
While other kids read books like "Go Jane go",
Vincent's favorite author is, Edgar Allen Poe.

Mais il ne pense pas qu'à des crimes lugubres,
il aime peindre et lire, ce qui est très salubre.
Seulement ce qu'il lit n'est pas de tout repos
Vincent a pour auteur favoris Edgar Poe.

One night while reading a gruesome tale,
he read a passage that made him turn pale,
such horrible news he could not survive,
for his beautiful wife had been buried alive.
He dug out her grave to make sure she was dead,
unaware that her grave was his mother's flower bed.

Un soir, dans une horrible histoire d'élixir,
il lut un paragraphe qui le fit pâlir,
la nouvelle qu'il lu le berça d'épouvante,
sa très belle femme est enterrée vivante.
Il creusa pour s'assurer qu'elle était bien morte,
en détruisant ainsi des fleurs de toute sortes.

His mother send Vincent off to his room,
he knew he'd been banished to the tower of doom.
Where he was sentenced to spend the rest of his life,
alone with the portrait of his beautiful wife.

Sa mère l'envoya méditer dans sa chambre,
Il su que de ce monde il ne serait plus membre.
Et qu'il devrait passer le restant de ses jours,
seul avec le portrait de son défunt amour.

While alone and insane incased in his doom,
Vincent's mother burst suddenly into the room.
She said "If you want to, you can go out and play,
It's sunny outside and beautiful day."

Vincent se morfondait, souffrait mille tourments,
Lorsque sa mère ouvrit la porte brusquement.
Elle dit : "Si tu veux tu peux sortir jouer,
Il y a du soleil, il faut en profiter."

Vincent tried to talk but he just couldn't speak,
the years of isolation had made him quite week.
So he took out some paper and scrawled with a pen;
I'm possessed by this house and can never live it again.

Vincent voulut parler, aucun son ne sortit,
son long isolement l'avait fort affaiblit.
Il prit donc une plume et griffonna très vite ;
"Possédé par ce lieu, jamais je ne le quitte."

His mother said: "You are not possessed and you are
not almost dead, these games that you play are all in your head,
you are not Vincent Price you're Vincent Malloy,
you're not tormented or insane you're just a young boy,
you're seven years old and you are my son,
I want you to get outside and have some real fun."

"Tu n'es pas possédé, tu n'es pas presque mort,
ce n'est que dans ta tête, tous ces mauvais sorts,
tu n'es pas Vincent Price, tu es Vincent Dupont,
tu n'es pas un timbré, mais un petit garçon,
tu viens d'avoir 7 ans, et même, tu es mon fils,
alors tu vas sortir, et prendre de l'exercice."

Her anger now spent she walked out through the hall,
while Vincent back slowly against the wall...
The room started to sway to shiver in crick,
his horrored insanity had reached it's peak.

Ayant lâché ces mots, la mère repartit,
et pendant que Vincent restait abasourdi…
La chambre vacilla et trembla de partout,
il comprit qu'il était désormais vraiment fou.

He saw Abercrombie his zombie slave,
and heard his wife call form beyond the grave;
She spoke from her coffin and made goulish demands,
will through cracking walls reached skeleton hands.

Il vit son chien, Aimable, ressurgir en trombe,
et entendit sa femme, l'appeler d'outre tombe;
de son cercueil parvenait sa voix sépulcrale,
et des fentes des murs sortaient ces mains spectrales.

Every horror in his life that had crept through his dreams,
swept his mad laughter to terrified screams.

Toutes les horreurs qu'en rêve il avait créées,
transformèrent son rire en clameurs terrifiées.

To escape the badness he reached for door,
but fell limp and lifeless down, on the floor.

Pour fuir cette folie il alla vers la porte,
mais il tomba, sans vie, comme une feuille morte.

His voice was soft and very slow,
as he quoted "The Raven" from Edgar Allen Poe;

Ce fût d'une voix faible et lente qu'il cita,
La fin du "Corbeau" d'Edgar Poe comme constat;

“and my soul from out that shadow
that lies floating on the floor,
shall be lifted -- nevermore."

"Et mon âme de cette ombre à l'air incongru,
Clouée au sol ne s'élèvera -- jamais plus."