In the street,
All the lovers sing,
All the lovers sing
Songs from the street.
From above,
The sun floods them
And the crowd and the world
Drowning them in the hustle and bustle.
In the street, Suzon with Jean-Pierre
Singing? their manner? re
Songs from the street.
She is so blonde...
As blonde as a ray of sunshine.
Her curls wander,
D? cut against the sky
Aur? round oles
And him...
A little guy from us,
That's all.
Aren't they forty years old? both of them.
Long live the street lovers!
In the street,
All the lovers sing,
All the lovers sing
Songs from the street.
br/>Above all,
The sun floods them
And the crowd and the world
Drown them in the hustle and bustle.
But what is there in the hustle and bustle,
In the hustle and bustle of the street?
Is it Suzon running? lost
Without Jean-Pierre... without Jean-Pierre...
Distraught...
In the street,
Suzon cries, cries for her love.
Attention...
Autos, v? they are honking.
We ring, we whistle, we shout Attention!
A slam of the brakes...

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