Les Baisers perdus [English translation]

There's lost kisses.

Kisses which dawdling,

Like grey cats

On Paris's roof,

Which lives their life.

There's lost kisses,

On the way, wich are found,

Like fools.

Vagabonds kisses,

Which sleeps under bridges.

Where the Seine flows.

A few of their sorrow.

We don't save lost kisses anymore.

There's lost kisses.

Kisses dreaming that they are stolen.

Wich never dare to arise.

There's kisses which takes,

Pictures, of Doisneau's kisses.

I stay here, my mouth in the water,

In the gutter.

Where love's ending,

A little, each days.

We're not saving lost kisses anymore

Where are they going ?

These lost kisses,

When you're in front of me.

Where are they going ?

Alone in this world, waiting for you,

Tell me.

There's lost kisses.

Kisses which dawdling,

Like grey cats

On Paris's roof,

Which lives their life.

There's lost kisses,

On the way, wich are found,

Like fools.

Vagabonds kisses,

Which sleeps under bridges.

Where the Seine flows.

A few of their sorrow.

We're not saving lost kisses anymore.