La demoiselle du cinquième

The girl from the fifth floor
Sings out loud that she’s getting married
They say it’s gonna be one hell of a wedding
That’s what we hear on every landing.
Love is funny, how it changes you
She was so sad before
Now she’s got joy to spare
And bright eyes in any weather.

So she believes life is beautiful
And that affection grows everywhere,
That her loves will last forever
And she has the right to laugh till the end.\n
He and I were the same
I believed in Santa Claus
I loved him to the point of breathlessness,
It was the same.

Of course, there was a mix-up
The beautiful white dress is canceled
The guy claims it’s all a joke
'Cause he took everything without giving her a thing.
Love is like silk shirts:
Two things you buy in the spring
You can return the silk
But love? It’s a bigger hassle.

So the girl, left behind,
Spends nights, nights crying
And during the day, she tells
Of the pain her nights have set aside.

He and I were the same
I believed in Santa Claus
I loved him to the point of breathlessness,
It was the same.

The girl, who had so much pain,
It was predictable, wanted to end it all.
She wanted to throw herself in the Seine
Wanted to… or at least she talked about it.
Then she made a deal
With the laughter of a big guy
One day he’ll make her suffer
But she doesn’t care, she doesn’t think about it.

And here she is, look, starting again
To sing everywhere that she’s getting married,
Screaming with joy and crying in advance
That’s what we hear on every landing…

You and I, it’s all the same
You gotta believe in Santa Claus
And I love you to the point of breathlessness,
It’s all the same.