De L'autre Côté De La Rue

Cracked walls, a narrow staircase
An old attic and here I am at home
A bed that warps, a crooked table
A kerosene lamp and I'm home
But in the evening, when the blues get inside me
And that my heart is not too unhappy
I draw back the curtains of my window
And I widen my eyes

Across the street
There's a girl, a beautiful girl
Who has everything he needs and even the superfluous
Across the street
She has money, jewelry, cars
Silk sheets, houses, furs
Across the street
There's a girl, a beautiful girl
If I had a quarter of it, I wouldn't ask for more
Across the street

I hardly knew him, we had seen each other three times
But at the end of the week he came to my house
In my room on the seventh floor, at the end of the corridor
He whispered: I love you, I said: I adore you
He showered me with kisses and caresses
I no longer desire anything in his arms
And when I see his eyes full of tenderness
So I say to myself quietly

Across the street
There's a girl, a beautiful girl
Who knows nothing of love nor its lost joys
Across the street
She can keep her mister whom she hates
Her beautiful jewels, all her luxury and the rest
Across the street
There's a girl, a poor girl
Who just looks at everything with a sad and lost air
Across the street