You were barely fifteen
You wore ribbons in your hair
You lived very close
To the Grand Palais
I called you every morning
And together we rode the train
To go to highschool
Michèle, sitting next to you
I was waiting for the break
To go to the café
Drink a chocolate
And then kiss you
One day you turned seventeen
Your hair was flowing in the wind
And often you would sing
"Oh, yesterday..."
Every Thursday afternoon
We would go to the cinema
See the movies, of Marilyn
Michèle, one night on December
Snow was falling on the roofs
We were, you and I
Asleep together
For the first time
Time went by slowly
And blurred out the Prince Charming
Who was offering you travels
In his clouds
I was told you got married
In April, last spring
That you live, in Paris
Michèle, all of this is so far away now
The streets, the joyful cafés
Even the suburb trains
Are mocking you, are mocking me
Michèle, all of this is so far away now
The streets, the joyful cafés
Even the suburb trains
Are mocking you, are mocking me
Are mocking me !