Bruxelles

Brussels, my beauty, I'll join you soon
As soon as Paris has betrayed me
And I feel her love turning bitter, since
She suspects me of being with you, at night
I admit, it's true
Every night, in my head
It's the veterans' party
Of a war that is still to be fought
Brussels, wait for me, I'm coming
Soon I'll take the drift
Michele, do you remember the distress
Of the fair at Gare du Midi?
Do you remember your Sophie
Who didn't even recognize you?
The neon lights, the Leons, the guys' names
Sublime decadence, the belly dance
Ministry of beer, artery to hell
Place du Broukère
Brussels, wait for me, I'm coming
Soon I'll take the drift
Cruel duel, the one that opposes
Paris neurosis and Brussels
The idiot who thinks it will soon be over
The boredom of boredom
Who will see me again, Miss Brussels
But I won't be as you knew me
I'll be beaten, broken, fought
But I will have come
Brussels, wait for me, I'm coming
Soon I'll take the drift
Paris, I leave you my bed...