De L´autre Côté De La Rue

Cracked walls,
A narrow staircase,
An old attic
And here I am at home.
A bed that sags,
A wobbly table,
A kerosene lamp
And here I am at home.
But at night, when the blues creep in
And my heart feels too damn heavy,
I pull back the curtains of my window
And I widen my eyes.

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On the other side of the street,
There's a girl,
There's a pretty girl
Who has everything she needs
And even the extras.
On the other side of the street,
She has money, a house, cars,
Silk sheets, jewelry, furs.
On the other side of the street,
There's a girl,
There's a pretty girl.
If I had a quarter of what she has, I wouldn't ask for more,
On the other side of the street.

Often, my soul feels heavy,
When I come home,
I walk with my head down,
Whether it's raining or cold.
I have to climb seven flights,
Follow a long hallway.
I have no more courage.
I lie down and sleep
And the next day, it all starts again.
I leave for work in the freezing morning,
Then I think some people have it too good
And others not enough.

On the other side of the street,
There's a girl,
There's a pretty girl
For whom all our miseries
Will always be unknown.
On the other side of the street,
When it's cold, she dances through the whole night,
When it's hot, she goes on a cruise.
On the other side of the street,
There's a girl,
There's a pretty girl.
To live just one day of her life, I wouldn't ask for more,
On the other side of the street.

I barely knew him,
We'd seen each other three times
But by the end of the week
He came over to my place.
In my room on the seventh,
At the end of the hallway,
He whispered: "I love you."
I said: "I adore you."
He showered me with kisses, with caresses,
I desire nothing more in his arms.
I see his eyes filled with tenderness,
Then I whisper to myself:

On the other side of the street,
There's a girl,
There's a poor girl
Who knows nothing of love,
Nor of its wild joys.
On the other side of the street,
She can keep her man that she hates,
Her beautiful jewelry, all her luxury and the rest.
On the other side of the street,
There's a girl,
There's a poor girl
Who often looks on, with a sad and lost expression,
On the other side of the street.