I found her in front of my door
One evening, as I was coming home
Everywhere, she escorts me
She has returned, she is here
The sniffer of dead loves
She followed me, step by step
The bitch, may the Devil take her
She has returned, she is here

With her Lenten face
With her wide, ringed eyes
She makes our hearts drag
She makes our hearts cry
She gives us pale mornings
And long, desolate nights
The bitch! She would even make
Winter in the heart of summer

In your sad moire dress
With your unkempt hair
You have the look of despair
You are not beautiful to look at
Go on, go carry elsewhere
Your sad face of boredom
I don't have a taste for misfortune
Go see elsewhere if I am there

I still want to sway my hips
I want to get drunk on spring
I want to have sleepless nights
With a beating heart, heart pounding
Before the pale hour tolls
And until my last breath
I still want to say I love you
And want to die of loving

She said Open your door to me
I had followed you step by step
I know your loves are dead
I have returned, here I am
They recited their poems to you
Your fine gentlemen, your fine children
Your fake Rimbauds, your fake Verlaines
Well, it's over now

Since then, she gives me sleepless nights
She hung herself around my neck
She wrapped herself around my hips
She lies down at my knees
Everywhere, she escorts me
And she follows me, step by step
She waits for me in front of my door
She has returned, she is here
The solitude, the solitude

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