Un Homme Déserté

You know, he threw everything away
Your Polaroids and your papers
They're burned, buried, filed away
You, the ex-kleptomaniac, you left him nothing

He threw everything away
His tender hopes and his past
You plundered his body and his heart

They're a gallery without decor
I searched to find a soul
But I found a deserted man
I found a deserted man

You know, I gave everything
My love and my humility
In this cemetery of feelings
I made them dance
The dead dance

I searched to find a soul
But I found a deserted man
I found a deserted man

I searched to find a soul
And I found treasures that had escaped you
Smiles whose key you had lost
A deserted man
I don't want a deserted man
No, I don't want a deserted man
I don't want a deserted man