They are singing, they are dancing
upstairs and it's already 3 AM
In here I smoke silently,
now no one thinks about me anyway.
Until yesterday I was one of them
and among them I found Sylvie.
Oh Sylvie, Sylvie,
the scene is the same, yet you aren't here.
Oh Sylvie, Sylvie,
why does this party end like this?
They are talking, they are laughing
but where is Sylvie's voice?
A flight of stairs is all it would take,
but why bother, since he isn't there?
Nothing is left in my mind
but a name, Sylvie's name.
Oh Sylvie, Sylvie,
the scene is the same, yet you aren't here.
Oh Sylvie, Sylvie,
why does this party end like this?