I see the tower of Montparnasse planted in front of me At the corner of the street, madame, I come back to you I go to Saint-Sulpice, I go to Duvois There is poetry, my heart beats here I drink a tight coffee at the wooden counter I take the rue des Canettes, I come back to you The past of the air currents, the words of yesteryear Of Apollinaire's life, treated in the cold At the exit of my thoughts, I pass the Seine On the bridge of the Archevaux, I come back to you Every day I see myself again, crossing my pain Like the wind in the plain, the night on the roofs That this city is pretty, by saying that Your face appears to me, I come back to you Here is a day that drags, a little in my arm A cloud in its train, it's life that goes An unexpected sun does not refuse I will never forget you, I come back to you If it's God who wanted it, it's a day of joy There is poetry, in this life I believe I drink a tight coffee at the wooden counter I take the rue des Canettes, I come back to you The past of the air currents, the words of yesteryear Of Apollinaire's life, treated in the cold At the exit of my thoughts, I pass the Seine On the bridge of the Archevaux, I come back to you Every day I see myself again, crossing my pain Like the wind in the plain, the night on the roofs An unexpected sun does not refuse I will never forget you, I come back to you If it's God who wanted it, it's a day of joy There is poetry, in this life I believe