The fire had died, our love had become cold, oh-ho, c'est la vie!1
Only our everyday routine kept it together, oh-ho, c'est la vie!
She had already fallen asleep when I was reading the newspaper
And this is what I found in the classifieds:
Would you like to go to Paris, just for fun?
Do you like to eat with your fingers, do you like to sleep in the grass?
This life according to plan is terrible, do you want to get out?
Then write to me, codeword "Drop out with me!"
I had promised I'd be true to only one woman, oh-ho, c'est la vie!
But that didn't mean I wanted to waste away, oh-ho, c'est la vie!
That classified ad promised a little happiness
So I took a piece of paper and wrote back:
I'd like to go to Paris, just for fun!
I like to eat with my fingers, I like to sleep in the grass!
This life according to plan is terrible, I want to get out!
That's why I'm gonna meet you tomorrow - drop out with me!
I was at the station in time, looking out for her, oh-ho, c'est la vie!
She turned around the corner, saw me and laughed out loud, oh-ho, c'est la vie!
I knew this bright laughter so very well
It was my own wife who was standing before me!
Would you like to go to Paris, I asked, puzzled
You never told me you like to sleep in the grass
This life according to plan is terrible, and now we find
We still understand one another, so come with me...
To Paris, just for fun!
Do you like to eat with your fingers, do you like to sleep in the grass?
This life according to plan is terrible, we both want to get out
We still understand one another - drop out with me!
1. French for "That's life!"