Les deux rengaines

There's a tune in the city,
A tune with no home.
And it feels like on purpose,
A melody that chases me down.
It's made of two tunes
That mixed their pain together.
The first one is full of sorrow
And the second one has nothing.

It's a tune, Ah! Ah! as sad as my love.
It's a tune, Ah! Ah! merciless that circles around me.
From a sixth-floor window,
A record player gets mad
Repeating it over and over.
And the dance
Of the same old words
Comes in without knocking.
It's a tune, Ah! Ah! that drags through the outskirts.
It's a tune, Ah! Ah! as sad as my love.

But the first tune,
That had so much sorrow,
One day forgot its pain,
And one beautiful morning
The song was less sad.
My heart couldn't believe it.
And my neighbor the pianist
Turned it into a lively dance.

It's a tune, Ah! Ah! that gives me heartache.
It's a tune, Ah! Ah! merciless that circles around me.
The piano replaces
The record player across the street
To repeat it again.
And the dance
Spins, spins, and flies
Like a summer breeze.
It's a tune, Ah! Ah! that clings under the lampshade.
It's a tune, Ah! Ah! that gives me heartache.

Then the second tune,
That had absolutely nothing,
One day got lucky
With a happiness worth a dime.
Because happiness exists,
It's crafted with hard work.
So you and I, my pianist,
We rewrote the song.

It's a tune, Ah! Ah! as beautiful as my lovely love.
It's a tune, Ah! Ah! wonderful that circles around me.
All the pianos dance,
All the record players dance.
What a joy to dance.
And the dance
Spins, spins, and flies,
Spins until it breaks.
It's a tune, Ah! Ah! that soars towards the outskirts.
It's a tune, Ah! Ah! as beautiful as my lovely love.