I don't know
If Pigalle remembers
Our first dance steps
On Pierre Fontaine Street

I don't know
If our shouts still live
In the mouths of other guys
The my brother, the I love yous

No money, there was nothing
Barely enough to hold in hand
It will be fries, kebab
And for the sauce, it will be as usual

Dancing the Javanaise
A mayonnaise stain
On your ruined shirt

At the edge of the cliffs
We had to be silent
To not be seen

It's time that screws us
That closes the parenthesis
Of our lost youths

Did we have to hurt each other?
So that finally we let go
I stay, you continue

I don't know
If it's you I miss
Or your memory I miss
Mmh-mmh

I don't know
How to live with that
Since we don't choose
Mmh-mmh

No money, there was nothing
Barely enough to make it to the end
It will be fries-kebab
And for the sauce, it will be as usual

Dancing the Javanaise
A mayonnaise stain
On your ruined shirt

At the edge of the cliffs
We had to be silent
To not be seen

It's time that screws us
That closes the parenthesis
Of our lost youths

Did we have to hurt each other?
So that finally we let go
I stay, you continue

I don't know
If you remember
Our last dance steps

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