You were barely 15 years old
Your wore ribbons in your hair (6)
You lived close to
The Grand Palace
I called you every morning
And together we took the train
To go to School
Seated next to you
I waited at recess
To go to a Cafe
Drink a (hot) chocolate
And then embrace you (1)
One day you turned 17 years old
Your hair flew in the wind
And often you sang
Oh! Yesterday!
Those Thursday afternoons
We went to a gray cinema (2)
To see the films of Marilyn
Michele, a night in December
The snow fell on the roofs
We were you and me
Falling asleep together
For the first time
The time passed sweetly (3)
And (the) Prince Charming was dethroned (4)
Who offered you trips
In his clouds
I was told that you're married
In April last spring
That you live in Paris
Michele, It's been good so far
The streets, the joyful cafes
Even the trains of the suburbs
Are making fun of you, mocking me
Michele, It's been good so far
The streets, the joyful cafes
Even the trains of the suburbs
Are making fun of you, mocking me...
Are mocking me !