Don't talk to me about that street, the street
That still was the most beautiful to me
Yes, I prefer that you keep quiet
Speak to me about the hours of today
Of the past, don't tell me
At that time of folly, I was
Like a simple and small lily
Pure like the moonlight
I was the pretty girl
From top to bottom of the street
In blue chequered
Ribbons and laces to go to school
Today I follow other ways
Of your arms I made
A cage
Cheerful songs that I had
That were in vogue, I only can sing
Look at the sad widow
Who goes around
And is crying
I was sister of that fountain in front
With her I learned how to chat
Everything in life turned around
Because one day you passed by
You passed by and the fountain went dry
My bizarre mug made of clay
Whyever, broke
You went ahead and called me yours
Eversince I never did step on
The stones of that street again