Midnight Les Halles (Parisian quarter).
We hear passers-by who come home without a noise.
In the asleep city
We recognise even more
Engines from taxis.
Midnight Les Halles.
We solicit a customer at the corner of a smile.
Under carriage entrances
Prostitutes shout
When a little rain falls.
It's the time when I write my songs
Far from the world.
Midnight Les Halles.
Music plays loud in Algerian bars.
Playing cards on the table
Beer in the entrails
We relook our destiny.
Midnight Les Halles.
Beggars of any age look for a little shelter.
A cardboard will be enough and the sky, always grey
Will put some light in friends' dreams.
It's the time when I write my songs
Far from the world.
Midnight Les Halles.
We go upstairs again, 5 floors to endure.
Cigarette ends in cups
And you, in front of the mirror
You remove your daily makeup.
Midnight Les Halles.
Here you are, sleeping at the back of the bed.
I will join you there later.
For now, I have a date
With poetry.
It's the time when I write my songs
Far from the world.
Midnight Les Halles.
We hear passers-by who come home without a noise.
In the asleep city
We recognise even more
Engines from taxis.
Midnight Les Halles (Parisian quarter). We hear passers-by who come home without a noise. In the asleep city We recognise even more Engines from taxis. Midnight Les Halles. We solicit a customer at the corner of a smile. Under carriage entrances Prostitutes shout When a little rain falls.
It's the time when I write my songs Far from the world.
Midnight Les Halles. Music plays loud in Algerian bars. Playing cards on the table Beer in the entrails We relook our destiny. Midnight Les Halles. Beggars of any age look for a little shelter. A cardboard will be enough and the sky, always grey Will put some light in friends' dreams.
It's the time when I write my songs Far from the world.
Midnight Les Halles. We go upstairs again, 5 floors to endure. Cigarette ends in cups And you, in front of the mirror You remove your daily makeup. Midnight Les Halles. Here you are, sleeping at the back of the bed. I will join you there later. For now, I have a date With poetry.
It's the time when I write my songs Far from the world.
Midnight Les Halles. We hear passers-by who come home without a noise. In the asleep city We recognise even more Engines from taxis.