This takes place on Boulevard Haussman1 at five o'clock
She feels a tear coming from her heart
With the back of her hand, she wipes it away
Sometimes, we're not sure what's going on
Why these rivers
Running suddenly down cheeks
In this anthill
It's the ultra modern solitude
This takes place in Manhattan in someone's heart
He feels a wave rising from the depths
Yet I have friends that don't say bye-bye
I have some sunshine, I have love, I have my job
Why these rivers
Running suddenly down cheeks
In this anthill
It's the ultra modern solitude
This takes place all over the world every second
Suddenly faces are flooded
The back of a hand wipes it away
Sometimes, we're not sure what's going on
Why these rivers
Running suddenly down cheeks
In this anthill
It's the ultra modern solitude
We have suits, warehouses
Tempos, harmonies, guitars
We dance all summer long in the sun
But the music is wet with tears all the same
Why this mystery
Despite the heat of the crowd,
In the eyes of winter
Why these rivers
Running suddenly down cheeks
In this anthill
It's the ultra modern solitude
1. A street in Paris.