De l'autre côté de la rue [English translation]

Walls cracking

Narrow stairs

An old attic room

And here's my home

A bed warping

A crooked table

An oil lamp

And here's my home

But at night, when I have the blues

And my heart is way too sad

I open the curtains of my window

And I open my eyes wide

On the other side of the street

There's a girl, a pretty girl

With everything she needs

Even the unnecessary

On the other side of the street

She's got money, jewels, cars

Sheets of silk, houses, furs

On the other side of the street

There's a girl

A pretty girl

If I had a quarter of it

I wouldn't ask for more

On the other side of the street.

I barely knew him

We saw each other thrice

But at the end of the week

He came to my place

In my room on the seventh floor

At the end of the corridor

He whispered: "I love you"

I, I said: "I adore you"

He covered me with kisses, caresses

I want for nothing any more when I'm in his arms.

I see his eyes filled with tenderness

And I whisper to myself

On the other side of the street

There's a girl

A pretty girl

Who knows nothing about love

Or its wild joys

On the other side of the street

She can keep that Mister of hers she hates

Her nice jewels, all her luxury and the rest

On the other side of the street

There's a girl

A poor girl

Always glancing with a sad and lost look

At the other side of the street...

• Artist:Édith Piaf