Strange I've seen that face before

Seen him hanging round my door

Like a hawk stealing for the prey

Like the night waiting for the day

Strange he shadows me back home

Footsteps echo on the stone

Rainy nights on Haussmann Boulevard

Parisian music drifting from the bars

Tu cherches quoi

A rencontrer la mort

Tu te prends pour qui

Toi aussi tu detestes la vie

Dance in bars and restaurants

Home with anyone who wants

Strange he's standing there alone

Staring eyes chill me to the bone

Dans sa chambre

Joëlle et sa valise

Un regard sur ses fringues

Sur les murs des photos sans regret

Sans melo

La porte est claquee

Joëlle est barre