We're meeting
At the bar
Of the Café de la Paix
I'll wait for you
I'm wearing a fedora
Of a neutral color
And my overcoat
Is not shiny, either
I'll place my newspaper
On the counter before me
I'll put my newspaper there
You'll recognize me
If you arrive late
A quarter hour past the time
I'll order a half-pint
To drown my worries in
If you're late
And evening falls
I'll order half a liter
To drown it even better
I'll fold my newspaper
On the counter before me
I'll fold my newspaper
You'll recognize me
La la la la la la la
We will go
Wherever you want
You'll take me by the arm
Like in the past
We'll go see our street
Our room on the sixth floor
All of that is not there anymore
But we'll go all the same
The add on the newspaper
Is one month old
If you read this newspaper
You'll recognize yourself
La la la la la la la
We'll go see the Seine
And the heart of Paris
My cardboard home
By Pont Marie
We'll go wander around
We'll go strike gold
La la la la...
We'll go wander around
Because it is time
The chairs are on the tables
It's the end of the fable
I place what is left
On the counter in front of me
Three nails and the button of a jacket
You won't recognize me
The night embraces the sky
The night clasps the sky
Come along, my nightingale
Life is beautiful