Michèle

You were barely fifteen
Your hair had ribbons
You lived very close
To the Grand Palace
I would call you in the morning
And together we would take the train
To go to school
Michèle, sitting next to you
I would wait for recess
To go to the café
To drink hot chocolate
And then kiss you

One day you turned seventeen
Your hair flew in the wind
And often you would sing
Oh! Yesterday!
On Thursday afternoons
We would go to the gray cinema
To watch Marilyn's films
Michèle, one evening in December
The snow fell on the roofs
It was just you and me
Asleep together
For the first time

Time passed gently
And the Prince Charming fell
Who offered you trips
In his clouds
I was told that you got married
Last spring in April
That you live in Paris

Michèle, that's all far away
The streets, the joyful cafes
Even the suburban trains
Mock you, mock me
Michèle, that's all far away
The streets, the joyful cafes
Even the suburban trains
Mock you, mock me
Mock me!