Pigalle [English translation]

When I see you, Pigalle

I dream in your roaring twenties

Under your roofs, live badly

Waiting to be an idol

Paris would be a party, Pigalle

My voice would dress your streets

I would hardly win, but I would have the right to be heard

Hoping that one day my songs intoxicate a crowd

I would sing them everyday until I got drunk

Where is your madness, Pigalle?

Where are your roaring twenties?

What has become of your sublime, Pigalle, your frivolous allure?

Where is your madness, Pigalle?

Where are your roaring twenties?

What has become of your sublime, Pigalle, your frivolous allure?

I would have worn out your bars, to lose my vocal cords

To feel less lonely, or just to look normal

And then, for beautiful eyes, I would have become the Bohemian

That girl for a night, maid's room

Naked through the shutters

I would have done everything, tried everything, the cabarets, the signs

To get out of it, to exist and end up on a stage

Where is your madness, Pigalle?

Where are your roaring twenties?

What has become of your sublime, Pigalle, your frivolous allure?

Where is your madness, Pigalle?

Where are your roaring twenties?

What has become of your sublime, Pigalle, your frivolous allure?

• Artist:Barbara Pravi
• Album:Reviens pour l'hiver (2020)