Je n'ai pas d'auto Je n'ai pas de vélo Les trains sont en grève Et je dois aller Voir ma petite poupée Et les heures sont brèves Y'a déjà trois heures Que je balade mon coeur Le long des boulevards Pour mieux me faire voir Par les conducteurs J'agite un mouchoir À votre bon coeur monsieur À votre bon coeur monsieur Voyez mes fleurs monsieur Elles vont se faner monsieur À votre bon coeur monsieur À votre bon coeur monsieur Je vous en prie monsieur Ne me laissez pas sur le carreau Ah! voilà enfin L'homme qui mettra fin À cette marche forcée Cette homme est un saint Ce n'est pas en vain Que j'aurai prié Oh! maudit soit-il Ce n'était qu'un fil Qui s'est détaché Une panne de moteur Et le joli coeur Voudrait me faire pousser À votre bon coeur monsieur À votre bon coeur monsieur Poussez un peu monsieur Et vous monterez monsieur Voilà, voilà monsieur Mais ne partez pas monsieur Attendez-moi monsieur Et me voilà le bec dans l'eau Ça c'est un peu fort C'est un coup du sort Y'a de quoi râler Tant pis si je suis mort Mais je battrai les records De la marche à pied

Suis ton cœur, suis ton étoile Sois plus fort, va jusqu'au bout La route est longue mais pleine d'espoir Viens me dire enfin que tu m'aimes Sèche mes larmes, sauve notre histoire Sois plus fort, va jusqu'au bout Écoute mon âme et pense à moi À ces souvenirs qui nous retiennent Suis ton cœur, suis ton étoile La route est longue mais pleine d'espoir Dis-moi que tu m'aimes, brisons les chaînes Dis-moi que tu m'aimes, brisons les chaînes Dis-moi que tu m'aimes, brisons les chaînes Dis-moi que tu m'aimes, brisons les chaînes Sans mentir car mon cœur résiste encore Suis ton cœur, suis ton étoile Sois plus fort, va jusqu'au bout La route est longue mais pleine d'espoir Viens me dire enfin que tu m'aimes Rejoins-moi, ravive ma flamme Ton sourire, ton regard doux Sont comme de l'or au fond de moi Dis-moi que tu m'aimes, brisons les chaînes Sans mentir car mon cœur résiste encore Car tu sais que nous avons toute la vie Dis-moi que tu m'aimes, brisons les chaînes Sans mentir car mon cœur résiste encore Car tu sais que nous avons toute la vie Suis ton cœur, suis ton étoile La route est longue mais pleine d'espoir

Boys in the street are talkin' about leavin', they're leavin' Lookin' for places to go Boys in the street are talkin' about leavin', they're leavin' Lookin' for places to go Andy built his coffin down in Carolina Told me he was runnin' from somethin' But I think he's just out chasin' girls When Mary moved all of her shit to Chicago Her mother made sure that she left with her Bible, but You won't find her face on Sundays Du du du-du-du-du, du-du-du-du, du-du-du-du Du du du-du-du-du, du-du-du-du, du-du-du-du All my friends are talkin' about leavin', about leavin' But all my friends are sittin' in their graves All my friends are talkin' about leavin', about leavin' But all my friends are sittin' in their graves Is it any wonder why we all leave home? People say, "I knew you when you were six years old" And you say, "But I've changed, I've changed, I've changed, I've changed" Mom and Dad, if only you could see me now Been here for a year and now I own this town 'Cause I've changed, I've changed, I've changed, I've changed Du du du-du-du-du, du-du-du-du, du-du-du-du Du du du-du-du-du, du-du-du-du, du-du-du-du All my friends are talkin' about leavin', about leavin' But all my friends are sittin' in their graves All my friends are talkin' about leavin', about leavin' But all my friends are sittin' in their graves One day we'll all be ghosts Trippin' around in someone else's home One day we'll all be ghosts, ghosts, ghosts Ghosts, ghosts, ghosts One day we'll all be found No longer lost, we're just hangin' around One day we'll all be found, found, found Found, found, found Ba-da, ba-da ba ba-da-da Ba-da, ba-da ba ba-da-da Ba-da, ba-da ba ba-da-da Ba-da Ba-da, ba-da ba ba-da-da Ba-da, ba-da ba ba-da-da Ba-da, ba-da ba ba-da-da Ba-da

Let us talk no more, let us go to sleep, Let the rain fall on the window pane, And fill the castle keep, I am weary now, weary to my bones, Weary from the travelling, And the endless country roads, That brought us here tonight, for all this weekend, And a chance to work it out, For we cannot live together, and we cannot live apart, It's the classical dilemma between the head and the heart; She is sleeping now, softly in the night, And in my heart of darkness she has been the only light, I am lost in love, looking at her face, And still I hear the voice of reason, Telling me to chase these dreams away, Oh here we go again, we're divided from the start, For we cannot live together, and we cannot live apart, It's the classical dilemma between the head and the heart, The head and the heart; Now the dawn begins, and still I cannot sleep, My head is spinning round but now the way is clear to me, There is nothing left, nothing left to show, The jury and the judge will see, it's time to let her go, Now hear the heart: I believe that time will show, She will always be a part of my world, I don't want to see her go; So I plead my case to hear the heart, And stay... It's time to let her go - I don't want to let her go... It's time to let her go - I don't want to let her go... It's time to let her go - I don't want to let her go... It's time to let her go... And in this classical dilemma, I find for - the heart.