J'ai La Mémoire Qui Flanche

My memory is failing me
I don't remember very well
How much of a musician he was
He played a lot with his hands
Everything between us started
With a very long kiss
On the blue vein of the wrist
A never-ending kiss

My memory is failing me
I don't remember very well
What could have been his first name
And what was his last name
He was called, I called him
How did they call him?
Yet it's crazy how much I loved
Calling him by his name

My memory is failing me
I don't remember very well
What color were his eyes?
I don't think they were blue
Were they green, were they gray?
Were they greenish-gray?
Or did they change color all the time
For a no or a yes?

My memory is failing me
I don't remember very well
Did he live in that old hotel
Full of musicians
While he, while I
While we were partying
All those saxophones, those clarinets
That made my head spin

My memory is failing me
I don't remember very well
Which one of us got tired
Of the other first?
Was it me? Was it him?
Was it me or him?
All I know is that since then
I don't know who I am

My memory is failing me
I don't remember very well
Now after all those sleepless nights
I have nothing left
Nothing but a little tune he used to whistle
Every day while shaving
Pa pou di dou da di dou di
Pa pou di dou da di dou