C'est Toujours La Même Histoire

I knew the guy who met the girl well
I knew the girl who smiled at the guy well
La la, la-la la, la-la la-la, la-la
La la, la-la la, la-la, la, la la la

He asked her for thread and needles
To hang a heart on his cloth coat
La la, la-la la, la-la la-la, la-la
La la, la-la la, la-la, la, la la la

And she gave it her all, the thread and the needles
And then her girl's heart on top of that

It's always the same story
I hardly dare to tell you about it
I pretended to believe it
Pretend to listen to me

So I saw the girl inventing Sundays
To dance love there, on the arm of her lover
La la, la-la la, la-la la-la, la-la
La la, la-la la, la-la, la, la la la

If love were pure, if life were frank
They could have loved each other until the end of time
La la, la-la la, la-la la-la, la-la
La la, la-la la, la-la, la, la la la

He lied at first without her wanting to understand
But she wanted to hang herself the day he left

It's always the same story
I hardly dare to tell you about it
I pretended to believe it
Pretend to listen to me

I knew the guy who left the girl well
I knew the girl who cried for the guy well
ah, ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
ah, ah, ah-ah, ah, ah-ah, ah ah, ah ah

She cried for a long time and one thing led to another
Her tears grew old but did not heal
ah, ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
ah, ah, ah-ah, ah, ah-ah, ah ah, ah ah

His heart had gone cold
It's more serious than we think
I know something about it
The girl was me

There's no need to listen to me anymore