Mais où est la musique

One night of blues, one night of rain
I walked into a nightclub
I just wanted to forget everything
Have a drink and especially dance
But there's only crazy music
Decibels and not rhythmic
And everyone dances alone
I need a partner

But where is the music
The sweetness of violins
What do the romantics do
There are no more songs
But where is the music
What happened
There's only technique left
I need to dream

Where are the slow songs, the tender gestures
The words we would like to hear
I want to dance with someone
Who dreams of the beach, moonlight
Where are the dances of the past
To have a woman in your arms
There are only solo dancers
Goodbye rumba goodbye tango

But where is the music
The sweetness of violins
What do the romantics do
There are no more songs
But where is the music
What happened
There's only technique left
I need to dream

{ But where is the music }
Where have the Sinatras gone
{ The sweetness of violins }
The old-time crooners lovers
{ What do the romantics do }
No more Elvis, no more Dean Martin
{ There are no more songs }

But where is the music
What happened
There's only technique left
I need to dream

But most importantly, let the noise stop