Les Flon-Flons Du Bal

The beats of the dance
With loud crashes of cymbals
And the accordion
Shakes up my song
The beats of the dance
Put on a show
Right below my place
Every night this month
I can turn my key
My key's locked up tight
They're always tangled
In my love stories
The beats of the dance
Along the dirty walls
Rise in puffs
Up to my attic
The beats of the dance
With loud crashes of cymbals
And the accordion
Shakes up my song
When I'm feeling down
It's the same old tune
Whether we're almost dead
They play just as loud
I almost lost it
The day you left me
But to soften the blow
My heart wasn't enough
The beats of the dance
They don't care at all
You can cry
They just make you dance
They sell the joy
It's every man for himself
Good for them
Too bad for me