Les PauméS Du Petit Matin
Jacques Brel
The Lost Ones of Early Morning
They wake up at shepherd's time
To get up at tea time
And go out at no time
The lost ones of early morning
They, they have the arrogance
Of girls with big chests
They have this assurance
Of men you can tell
That dad got lucky
The lost ones of early morning
Come come dance
Buddy buddy buddy buddy
Buddy buddy buddy
Come dance
And they dance with eyes in breasts
They whiten their nights
At the laundry of melancholies
That wash without dirtying hands
The lost ones of early morning
They tell each other at midnight
The poems they haven't read
The novels they haven't written
The loves they haven't lived
The truths that are useless
The lost ones of early morning
Come come dance
Buddy buddy buddy buddy
Buddy buddy buddy
Come dance
And they dance with eyes in breasts
Love tears their liver
It was it was it was so good
It was... you wouldn't understand...
The lost ones of early morning
They have the last whiskey
They have the last good word
They have the last whiskey again
They have the last tango
They have the last sorrow
The lost ones of early morning
Come come cry
Buddy buddy buddy buddy
Buddy buddy buddy
Come cry
And they cry with eyes in breasts
