Juvet Patrick
Paris By Night Iso
Jessica
Jessie, Jessie, Jessica,
To each their own nostalgia
For me, for me
I know that this will be you
The tenderness that we leave at the bottom
Of the cinemas
These mo-, these moments which do not
Come back.
About the splendor of yesterday
I don't know Bavaria
And I think we don't make much effort anymore
In the old war wound.
Jessie, Jessie, Jessica,
You will be my formerly
You my, you my pride
From the first time
I never forget
Our evenings of joy
Even if , even if
Our story ends there.
We won't hang medals
On the collar of my old sweaters
Only you will come
A scroll through my memories.
Jessie, Jessie, Jessica,
To each their own nostalgia
For me, for me
I know it will be you
This youth that we leave at the bottom
A few sheets
This goodness, this happiness that passes
That we don't see.

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