C'était bien [le petit bal perdu] [English translation]

It was just after the war

In a little ballroom that had suffered

On a sorry dancefloor

There were two of them without cover

Amongst the rubble they danced

In this little ballroom that was called

That was called, that was called, that was called

No, I don't remember the name of the lost ballroom anymore

What I remember is those lovers

Who saw nothing around them

There was such a carefree manner

In their emotional gestures

So what does it matter

The name of the lost ballroom?

No, I don't remember the name of the lost ballroom anymore

What I remember is that they were happy

Looking deep into each others eyes

And it was good and it was good

They drank from the same glass

Without breaking eye contact

They were making the same prayer

To always be, always be happy

Amongst the rubble they smiled

In that little ballroom that was called

That was called, that was called, that was called

No, I don't remember the name of the lost ballroom anymore

What I remember is those lovers

Who saw nothing around them

There was such a carefree manner

In their emotional gestures

So what does it matter

The name of the lost ballroom?

No, I don't remember the name of the lost ballroom anymore

What I remember is that they were happy

Looking deep into each others eyes

And it was good and it was good

And then the accordionist

Stopped and they left

Evening was falling on the dancefloor

On the rubble and on my life

It had become all sad again

This little ballroom that was called

That was called, that was called, that was called

No, I don't remember the name of the lost ballroom anymore

What I remember is those lovers

Who saw nothing around them

There was so much light

With them in the road

So what difference does it make

The name of the lost ballroom?

No, I don't remember the name of the lost ballroom anymore

What I remember is that we were happy

Looking deep into each others eyes

And it was good and it was good

• Artist:Juliette Gréco