Long, long, long, morning train journeys
At St Lazare station, Julie is already dreaming in the aisles
Blonde, blonde, blonde, a beige scarf, 1 metre 63,
She's simply dreaming that someone will take her to the cinema
Julie is pretty but she is single
She is single because fate is in a huff with her
She is pretty, Julie, but solitary
A lost cry in the emptiness, celibate
Long, long, long are the days that go by
And the hours are just as long
She dreams in her office, it's already four o'clock
Of course she has had lovers for one night
But Julie is just waiting for a long love story
Julie is pretty but she is single
She is single because fate is in a huff with her
She is pretty, Julie, but solitary
A lost cry in the emptiness, celibate
He must be there, somewhere,
She often thinks about it at night
He who, without knowing it,
Is thinking of her at the same time that she is thinking of him
Two lives thrown to destiny
Who despite their giggles and their friends
Are looking for each other in this chaos
And are waiting to finally meet
Julie is pretty but she is single
She is single because fate is in a huff with her
She is pretty, Julie, but solitary
A lost cry in the emptiness, celibate
Long, long, long are the train journeys
When someone suddenly smiles at her
Maybe it's a false hope,
But maybe it's him.