She will come back to sit
At the Porte des Lilas*
Balancing on a seesaw
Me, I will be there
He will come back to the public garden
A detour by my house
Some notes from a guitar
Me, I will be there
She will come back to see me
To smoke a cigarette downstairs
Her laugh on the sidewalk
Me, I will be there
He will come back to my mess
To play with my cat
And if he's looking for a fight
Me, I will be there
I will be there
Return, come back
Abracadabra
He, she or I
The cat's got my tongue**
She will come back from the boulevard
The rain, the cold
Scented mist
I will be there
He will come back to the bar
A game, two then three
Vodka, billiards (or pool)
Me, I will be there
She will come back one night
Walking on rooftops
If the moon is black
Me, I will be there
He will come back in my mirror
To lay in my arms
A kiss goodbye
Me, I will be there
I will be there
Return, come back
Abracadabra
He, she or I
The cat's got my
Return, come back
Abracadabra
He, she or I
The cat's got my tongue
Return, come back
The cat's got my tongue