Les Baisers perdus [English translation]

There are kisses who are lost

Kisses who lay like grey cats on the roofs of Paris

Who live their lives

There are kisses who are lost

On the way, who find themselves like fools

Vagabond kisses

Who sleep beneath bridges

Where flows the Seine

A bit of their pain

We save lost kisses no more

There are kisses who are lost

Kisses who dream of being stolen

Who have never dared to go

There are kisses who take

Photos, kisses of Doisneau

Me, I stay the beak in the water

In the gutter

Where love ends

A bit each day

We save lost kisses no more

Where are they going?

These kisses who are lost

When you are before me

Where are they going?

Alone in the world to never wait for you

Tell me

There are kisses who are lost

Kisses who lay like grey cats on the roofs of Paris

Who live their lives

There are kisses who are lost

On the way, who find themselves like fools

Vagabond kisses

Who sleep beneath bridges

Where flows the Seine

A bit of their pain

We save lost kisses no more