Une valse

A waltz
A strange waltz
Takes up all the space
In my daydream
And in my life
It evokes
A distant era
A baroque setting
Old Russia
And its madness
And I imagine
A huge city
That sings and dances
The Saint Petersburg
Of white nights

I escape
Rolled in these waves
Touched by grace
I close my eyes
It's wonderful

And my waltz
Spins in the mirrors
Of a whole palace
Of gold and crystal
These ballroom nights
Long dress
Flight of a dove
Light and shadow
Everything spins at once
Around me
I have the fever
Blood on my lips
The fire of the party
I no longer know
If I'm dreaming

And I dance
In my white dress
Two fingers under the sleeve
Of a young suitor
I'm seventeen

This waltz
It's just the waltz
That the orchestra across
In this cabaret
Plays non-stop
My handsome prince
Is neither tall nor slim
In the biting cold
He does his job
He's the doorman
Of the pale sky
Dirty snow
Falls in gusts
And silently falls
On Pigalle...

The signs
In bleeding letters
Light up and go out
In the heart of Paris
Hotel de Russie...
Hotel de Russie...
Hotel de Russie...