Le petit monsieur triste

The little sad man
Who only goes out at night
Has some really big troubles
But he's a selfish guy
He keeps them to himself
And all the big troubles
Of the little sad man
Follow him through the night
Chasing after him
Galloping on the track
Of the little sad man
Who has a ton of troubles.

The little sad man
Has a lot of sorrow
His wife loved Chopin
He wasn't a pianist
And he really missed that.
One morning, his wife
Followed a great pianist
Who played Chopin
To cause some pain
To the little sad man
Who wasn't a pianist
And he really missed that.

So feeling melancholic
And his heart all bruised
He brought home with him
A mechanical piano
To calm his troubles.
And then he sold
That music box
Which made too much noise
And played in the night
Like a machine
Melancholic tunes
That doubled his troubles.

The little sad man
Who only goes out at night
Because sleep runs from him
Drinks alone like a selfish guy
To drown his troubles
He drinks all night long,
The little sad man,
Then he goes back home
And alone in his big bed
The little sad man
Dreams that he's a pianist
And that he has no more troubles.

He dreams of a pretty piano
On which he would play scales,
Beautiful scales for his wife:
C D E F G A B C.
Sleepy time.