Quatorze juillet
Édith Piaf
Bastille Day
Through my window comes
The street music's sound
Each stage has its band
Each dance has its crowd
These people have taken my celebration
I don't recognize it anymore
In my room, I sing to myself
The tune we waltzed to
I look at the clock
Where your fingers touched
You told me: 'You are so beautiful'
And then, the next moment,
Added: 'Life is stupid'
I understood that you were leaving
If you never come back
There will be no more Bastille Day
Through my window comes
A fading murmur
The songs of a youth
Lingering in the morning
Don't disturb my dream
Go laugh somewhere else
What does it bring me, what does it bring me
This joy of a few hours
I am dead, I am dead
And I have already joined you
And my body is next to yours
But no one knows…
