Is it you that rests on the wall, day and night, at the station
beneath the neon Sony sign
Alouette? ["Lark" in French]
Is it you on Champs-Elysées
lonely and strange
a little too different, my Alouette?
Je ne sais pas alouette ["I don't know Alouette" in French]
I turn to you and touch you
but you've already gone
you may not even have noticed me
and didn't feel* me again
Alouette
It it you that sits quietly at the coffee shop in the afternoon
in the company of laughter
Alouette?
Is it you that fears the night
walks the streets until the morning
and carefully glances, my Alouette?
Je ne sais pas Alouette
I turn to you and touch you
but you've already gone
you may not even have noticed me
and didn't feel* me again
Alouette