Petite Demoiselle

It's Sunday and I see her, she's coming down her stairs
And me alone, abandoned, I would love to talk to her
Talk about the rain, the wind, about those beautiful child eyes

Hello, hello, little lady
Hello, hello, it's a rebellious idea
One day, I will have to talk to you about love

Hello, hello, little lady
Hello, hello, I'm waiting for you to call me
Don't close your heart, to my great sorrow

It's Sunday and I see her, she's coming down her stairs
In my desolate heart, the need to love vibrates
To love was a beautiful child, and her silver hair

Hello, hello, little lady
Hello, hello, it's a rebellious idea
My heart connects to you, on this sad Sunday

Hello, hello, little lady
Hello, hello, I'm waiting for you to call me
One day, I will have to talk to you about love
Hello, hello, little lady
Hello, hello, it's a rebellious idea