At the piano bar
Frequented by regulars
Somewhere away
A stone's throw from the Champs Elysée
In the eighth.
From midnight to five o'clock
We receive in the heart
Irwing Berlin and Cole Porter
Everything we love
And only a black pianist
br/>Calmly plays at the piano bar.
At the piano bar
Where my heart sometimes drags me
To drown my cockroach
In a bottom of whiskey soda
And music.
I sit back
There where she loved me
And tenderly hummed to me
From across the Atlantic
The wonderful standards
Accompanied at the piano bar.
At the cinema
She liked to
See in original language
The musicals
From the thirties and forties.
Then in this bar
We came late
So that in the mood
All Hollywood
And our loves in our hearts sing.
At the piano bar
Clinging to my memories
Wounded through and through
I returns to daze me
Out of habit
And dream that one night
I find her sitting
In the place where I have lived since
My solitude
And regain hope
Between his arms at the piano bar.
At the piano bar
Witnesses of my vanished loves
Executioner of my memory
Clinging to melodies
Devastating
Which make the hours sing
Igniting in my heart
Furious desires for happiness
Which bruise me
Until dawn when I leave
Disenchanted with the piano bar.
Where this old accomplice
Inspired pianist
With a foggy voice
By alcohol and smoke
Made that arise
These precious rare moments
Forever linked to the piano bar
Precious rare moments
Linked to the piano bar.