Boulevard du crime
Édith Piaf
Boulevard of Crime
On the Boulevard of Crime
To see the pantomime
Tonight we’re all jostling
At the Funambulists' theater
The loves of Pierrot
Make Margot cry
And laugh in the storm
Paris in eighteen thirty
Masks are green damask
And the crowd croaks
In the middle of the carnival of grimaces
But in the crowd that laughs at Pierrot
There’s always a Harlequin
In life, you need Harlequins
Otherwise, love would just be words
So when Pierrot smiles
Up there, the lovers in paradise cry...
On the Boulevard of Crime
To see the pantomime
Tonight we’re all jostling
At the Funambulists' theater
The loves of Pierrot
Make Margot cry
And laugh in the storm
Paris in eighteen thirty
Masks are green damask
For whimsical dances
And the crowd croaks
In the middle of the carnival of grimaces
But all these people laughing at Pierrot
Only he truly cries
Since the woman he loved
Left tonight without a word
So when Pierrot smiles
Up there, the lovers in paradise cry...
On the Boulevard of Crime
To see the pantomime
Tonight we’re all jostling
At the Funambulists' theater
The misfortunes of Pierrot
Under the shouts, the applause
Make us laugh in the storm
Paris in eighteen thirty
What fantastic talent
He’s so funny and comic
That’s a real Pierrot
Come on! Go ahead! Do your act again...
Up there, the lovers in paradise cry.
