Les petit pavés [English translation]

Tired of waiting for you in the street,

I threw a couple of cobblestones

into your windows and broke them,

still you did not appear to me.

You don't care about anything, I think.

You don't care about anything, I think.

Tomorrow I will throw three stones.

In front of your front door,

to make your friends trip,

I laid three or four cobblestones.

I loathe your friends, my dear.

Tomorrow I'll do it again.

Tomorrow I'll do it again,

and I will kill all our lovers.

If you don't change your gait,

I will squash your eyes, your forehead

between two cobblestones that will

somewhat crack your skull.

I love, I like you though

I love, I like you though,

but you put me through so much.

A host of policemen

will chase me after this deed

to put a rope around my neck.

I'm building a barricade.

And on the cobblestones I'll lay

And on the cobblestones I'll lay

down my regret-hardened heart.

There are as many cobblestones

of all sizes in the world

as there are sorrows burried

inside my wretched wandering soul.

All this, all this is killing me.

All this, all this is killing me,

and that's where my song ends.

• Artist:Serge Gainsbourg