I met you by chance
Here, elsewhere or somewhere else
You may remember
Without knowing each other we loved each other ©s
And even if it's not true
You have to believe in ancient history
I gave you what I had
What to sing, what to dream
And you believed in my bohemia
But if you thought about twenty years
That we can live on the spirit of the times
Your point of view is no longer the same
This famous end of the month
Which since you and I became
Comes back to us seven times a week
And our evenings without cinema
And my success which does not come
And our uncertain pittance
You see I I have not forgotten anything
In this sad assessment to cry
Who sees our bankruptcy
You still have good days left
Enjoy them my poor love
br/>The good years go by quickly
And now you're going to leave
Both of us are going to grow old
Every one for himself, how sad
You can win the phonograph
I keep the piano
I continue my life as an artist
Later without really knowing why
A stranger, a clumsy
Reading my name on a poster
Will tell you about my successes
But a little sad you who know
You his says what is I don't care
That I don't care fiche

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