Le Noël de la rue

Little guy, where are you off to
Running around on your bare feet
I'm chasing after Paradise
'Cause it's Christmas, or so they say...

Christmas on the street
It's the snow and the wind
And the wind on the street
Makes the kids cry
The light and the joy
Are behind the shop windows
Not for you, not for me
It's for our neighbor
My little one, have fun
Just watching, just watching
But above all, don't touch anything
Just looking from afar...
Christmas on the street
It's the cold of winter
In the wide-open eyes
Of the street kids

Pressing their noses to the glass
All the little ones hunch down
They're curled up like little Jesuses
That Saint Mary must have lost...

Christmas on the street
It's the snow and the wind
And the wind on the street
Makes the kids cry
They walk away sniffing,
They leave with empty hands
Noses in the air, searching
For a shining star
My little one, if you see it
While you're walking, while you're walking
Warm your little fingers on it
While walking straight ahead
Christmas on the street
Is in the sky of their lives
A sleeping star
That hasn't come down...