CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Dans ma rue
I live in the corner of old Montmartre
My father comes home sozzled every night
And to feed the four of us
My poor mother works in the wash-house
When I'm sick, I lean out the window
I watch outsiders pass by
When the sun comes out
Things appear that scare me a little
On my street are people strolling about
I can hear them whisper, and in the night
When I fall asleep, lulled by an old tune
I'm suddenly woken by screams
Whistles and shuffling steps
Going to and fro
Followed by the silence that makes my whole heart cold
On my street are shadows strolling about
And I shiver, and I'm cold, and I'm scared
My father once told me, "Daughter
You're not gonna stay here forever
You're good for nothing - it runs in the family
You should think about earning money
Men think you are rather pretty
You just have to leave at night
Some women earn a living
By walking the sidewalk"
On my street are women strolling about
I can hear them hum, and in the night
When I fall asleep, lulled by an old tune
I'm suddenly woken by screams
Whistles and shuffling steps
Going to and fro
Followed by that silence that makes my whole heart cold
On my street are women strolling about
And I shiver, and I'm cold, and I'm scared
And for weeks and weeks
I've not had a house, not had any money left
I don't know how other girls do
But I couldn't find any clients
I ask passers-by for charity
A piece of bread, a little warmth
I'm not much of an audacious girl
But now I'm the one to scare them
On my street every night I stroll about
You can hear me whimper, and in the night
When the wind heaves its old tune to the sky
My whole body is frozen by the night
And I fall apart, I wait for the Lord
To come to me
And invite me to warm myself up close to him
On my street are angels taking me away
Forevermore my nightmare is over
My father comes home sozzled every night
And to feed the four of us
My poor mother works in the wash-house
When I'm sick, I lean out the window
I watch outsiders pass by
When the sun comes out
Things appear that scare me a little
On my street are people strolling about
I can hear them whisper, and in the night
When I fall asleep, lulled by an old tune
I'm suddenly woken by screams
Whistles and shuffling steps
Going to and fro
Followed by the silence that makes my whole heart cold
On my street are shadows strolling about
And I shiver, and I'm cold, and I'm scared
My father once told me, "Daughter
You're not gonna stay here forever
You're good for nothing - it runs in the family
You should think about earning money
Men think you are rather pretty
You just have to leave at night
Some women earn a living
By walking the sidewalk"
On my street are women strolling about
I can hear them hum, and in the night
When I fall asleep, lulled by an old tune
I'm suddenly woken by screams
Whistles and shuffling steps
Going to and fro
Followed by that silence that makes my whole heart cold
On my street are women strolling about
And I shiver, and I'm cold, and I'm scared
And for weeks and weeks
I've not had a house, not had any money left
I don't know how other girls do
But I couldn't find any clients
I ask passers-by for charity
A piece of bread, a little warmth
I'm not much of an audacious girl
But now I'm the one to scare them
On my street every night I stroll about
You can hear me whimper, and in the night
When the wind heaves its old tune to the sky
My whole body is frozen by the night
And I fall apart, I wait for the Lord
To come to me
And invite me to warm myself up close to him
On my street are angels taking me away
Forevermore my nightmare is over
