Rue des rumes we sniff
We don't have a handkerchief
We're rolling around a sorrow
We're smoking a cargo ship
We're looking for a vague bar
A remorse where to sit
We hold our own hand
To dance the tango
We say to ourselves
See you tomorrow... I love you
We revive our butt
On the ass of the Moon...
In the rue des rhumes... rue des rhumes
We are bored in the rue des rhumes
We take walks at night
Until the hours when the lights come on
A glow worm and then
We lack reflexes
We dream of ice cream
We eat a Kleenex again
At the bar of the nostril
We don't have a cold
It's life that has a cold
Perhaps loving too much
It's is too much to look for the Moon
In the rue des rhumes... rue des rhumes
Rue des rhumes we go there
Palm on the nose
Sway your javas
His comics
We're looking for his memory
We find words there
It's the street Let's see you
Chez les otorhinos
It's not the end of the world
Just at the bottom of the suit
Pil' in the light of your brunette
It's a street without you
Where we live side by side Next to it
Nothing but a silk handkerchief
In someone else's pocket
A slightly crazy street
Where the sea is consumed
Crunchy with bottom of a bowl
An old crescent moon
In the rue des rhumes... rue des rhumes
In the rue des rhumes... rue des rhumes
In the rue des rhumes... rue des rhumes
In the rue des rhumes... rue des rhumes