L'horloger [English translation]

Full sun on the little bench where we met up

The small lawn of our good times

In the little square of my loves

The butterflies were fluttering around

In the little square of my loves

A small bench, every day,

Reminds me of our encounter

Our first ever embrace

First anxious kisses

That we exchanged

At the time when we parted

But his passion was fake

The meeting under the giant

Clock of a watchmaker

At the cusp of night-time

Because he was late

I was trotting on the pavement

Trying to spot him

That meeting under the giant

Clock of a watchmaker

At the cusp of night-time

Because he never came

I found myself naked

In the arms of a stranger

In the arms of the watchmaker

Who under his giant clock

Seeing me distraught

At his place, he made me serve

Taking advantage of my sobs

He pricked my virginity

Since then, I wind the watches

Of my husband the watchmaker

I won't stop crying, crying anymore

Ah, what a sad memory!

Until the moment when I die

I will do nothing but curse

That meeting under the giant

Clock of a watchmaker

At the cusp of night-time

And living every day

On the square of my loves

Makes me cry, cry

Behold, it's snowing on the little bench where we met up

The small lawn of my good times

In the little square of my loves

Big clumps of snow are fluttering around

In the little square of my loves

A small bench becomes all white

• Artist:Jeanne Moreau
• Album:Jeanne Moreau (Chante 12 Chansons De Cyrus Bassiak)