On the boulevard of crime
To see the pantomime
Tonight they hustle
At the tight-rope walker's theatre
The loves of Pierrot
It makes you cry, Margot
And laugh in torment
Paris, 1830
Masks are green damasques
And the crowd croaks
In the middle of carnival grimaces
But in the crowd who laughed at Pierrot
There is always an harlequin
In life, harlequins are needed
Otherwise, love, it would just be words
Also, when Pierrot smiles
This is up to the lovers of paradise
On the boulevard of crime
To see the pantomime
Tonight they hustle
At the tight-rope walker's theatre
The loves of Pierrot
It makes you cry, Margot
And laugh in torment
Paris, 1830
Masks are green damasques
And the crowd croaks
In the middle of carnival grimaces
But all the people who laughed at Pierrot
There was only him, crying for real
And then the woman that he loved
Left in the night without a word
Also, when Pierrot smiles,
All up to the lovers of paradise
On the Boulevard of crime
To see the pantomime
Tonight, they hustle
At the tight-rope walker's theatre
The troubles of Pierrot
Under the shouting cries
Laughing in torment
Paris, 1830
What a fantastic talent
It's funny, comical
That's a real Pierrot
Go, go! Re-do your number
Up there crying lover's paradise