They called me the Winter Velodrome
Gentlemen, ladies, and bikes
On the oval track beneath my glass roof
Boxers, Piaf, Yvette Horner
They called me the Winter Velodrome
And from summer to winter
We had fun under my glass roof
For real, I remember
Some of the finest hours under my glass roof
Nonchalantly, from up in the stands
The poor up top and the rich down below
There was even green grass
In the middle of all that
And all Paris pulsed inside me
They called me the Winter Velodrome
My finest hours under my glass roof
For real, I remember
Uniforms, revolvers
They called me the Winter Velodrome
Still played in the puddles
On the oval track beneath my glass roof
Die like dogs, on their backs
They called me the Winter Velodrome
They locked up under my glass roof
For real, I remember
That they deported to hell