Libertango

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