La Bêcheuse

If you come back this way
Don't forget these days
I'm not in the mood
I'm not in the mood
You left this winter
For military service
Or for a girl in bloom
Or for a girl in bloom
Since then
I play the disgusted snob
In a cheap jacket
When St-Lazare is deserted
On winter evenings
I play the ignored snob
I reread Deleuze in dotted lines
You ruined my life
One odd day
A small greasy pole
Would have been more than enough for me
Like a glass of champagne
Instead of an Efferalgan
Your flowers were poisonous
And despite appearances
I was the happiest
The most fulfilled I think
I'm so afraid of this immense emptiness
Of going on vacation alone

If you come back from now on
There will be no one on the platform
No girl in bloom
No girl in flower
And you can't blame anyone
Only you, dear and tender
You broke my heart
You broke my heart
Since then
I play the disgusted digger
In a cheap jacket
When St-Lazare is deserted
On winter evenings
I play the ignored digger
Because my life is so empty that I cry
I'm going to play the girl of the air
One odd day
With my gaze I accompany
Passersby, both men and women
Companions, companions
And nurses and children
I'm not unhappy
But I'm waiting for deliverance
My nights are too boring
And nothing matters anymore
I've turned my back on luck
I'd go on vacation alone
I'd go on vacation alone