La Rue Des Coeurs Perdus

I know a street corner
Where one goes to throw their heart
When the poor no longer know
But to shed tears

And woe to those
Who dare not throw it
And come back on their steps
With a worn-out heart

In the street of lost hearts
Tonight it's my turn
In the street of lost hearts
To go cry for my love

But I'm afraid and dare not
To throw this heart that loved you
Because maybe one day, who knows?
I would regret it

Because maybe one day, who knows?
I would regret it.