We should have rubber boots
To wade through the slush, the slush...
One by one , the drops of water
Trickle down our backs
We're wading through the slush, the slush...
Let's live a little
Under the grey-blue sky,
On love and rain-water
Then let's start the wipers
And go back to Paris
It won't be any different from here
We'll still need our umbrellas
We'll be back in the slush, the slush...
It's horrible weather,
Luckily you have your rain-coat,
But that doesn't prevent the slush, the slush...
We had to come here
To play the frozen lovers
And wade through the slush, the slush...
Let's live a little
Under the grey-blue sky,
On love and rain-water
Then let's start the wipers
And go back to Paris
Next year we'll go
To a country where it's fine
And we'll forget the slush, the slush...