Les orgues de Barbarie

The street organs
That sang in the streets
Sang of their loves and then disappeared
Alone between its two walls
A dark alley
Slips into the night
To find its boulevard
A tender song that didn’t just come to be
Brings back for a moment all those who loved
One, two, three little spins
The street organs
Know well the magic
Of the old streets of Paris

The street organs
Aren't the grand organs
But their rusty refrains know how to sing so well
Turn the crank
Of bits of songs
In the shade of the alleys
Play the beautiful scores
While she screams in the middle of the boulevard
Boys and girls dance on the sidewalk
One, two, three little spins
The street organs
It's a symphony
For the streets of Paris

The street organs
Have lost their music
From spinning around in the streets of Paris
The years have passed
The refrains have aged
But the organs of the past
Often haunt the night
Sometimes two lovers when they love each other hard
Can still hear them play just for them...
One, two, three little spins
Street organs
I can still hear you
In the streets of Paris

One, two, three little spins...
One, two, three...
Little spins...