Samba De Mon Coeur Qui Bat

My god, how cowardly
How annoying
What a tragedy, what a bother
My god, how mean
My lover has gone back there
My god, how sad
He loved me so little
I loved him so much, I believe
My god, you don't care
You only have eyes
For another than me
Even if time passes
I don't forget

The samba
The samba of the days with you
The samba of the days with you
The samba of my beating heart
The samba
The samba of the days with you
The samba of the days with you
The samba of my beating heart
Samba of my beating heart

My god, how ugly
It's boring
You played me
My god, how silly
To say goodbye
And Paris is so cold
My god, if you exist even a little
Bring me back
My vain watercolorist
Who only painted me
Even if time passes
I don't forget