Pigalle

An early little buzz,
A subway station
Surrounded by bars,
Pigalle.
Department stores,
Workshops for rich kids,
Restaurants for snobs,
Pigalle.
There, the only singer of crossroads
Who hums the hits of the day;
Here, Maillot likes
To lift weights of a hundred kilos.
Furnished hotels,
Discreetly lit,
Where people just pass by,
Pigalle.
And around midnight,
A fleeting refrain,
A nightclub,
Pigalle.

Faces are seen there
Common or sensational
The language spoken
Is known at the Tower of Babel.
And when twilight comes
It's the big love market
It's the corner where wander
Those who mistake night for day.

Girls and models,
Gypsy women with sly eyes,
Who read palms,
Pigalle.
Bum peddlers,
Persistent water drinkers,
Drug dealers,
Pigalle.

Little women who smile at you
Saying: "You coming, honey?"
And Prosper dancing in the corner
Discreetly watches over his breadwinner.

An early little buzz,
A subway station
Surrounded by bars,
Pigalle.
And around midnight,
A fleeting refrain,
A nightclub,
Pigalle.

An early little buzz,
A subway station
Surrounded by bars,
Pigalle.
It lives, it screams,
People will say what they want,
But we only have one,
Pigalle!