Un soir de pluie

On a rainy night and foggy street,
A few cabs pass by, they don’t see me.
An insomnia that’s turning into a nightmare.
All I want is,
To get home not too late.
Anyway,
I didn’t want to go out
And tonight, I’ve got the blues
On the sidewalk.
A gangster type comes up to me,
Playing it mysterious to impress me.
There in the rain, he wants to chat.
His little troubles
Make me feel sick.
Anyway,
What I want is to sleep
And tonight, I’ve got the blues
On the sidewalk.
The damaged dawn finally arrives,
Gray and filled with Parisians
But I don’t care:
I’m heading back to my scene.
They’re running everywhere,
Always and again.
Anyway,
I didn’t want to go out
And tonight, I’ve got the blues
On the sidewalk.
A rainy night...