I found her in front of my door
One night, as I was coming home
Everywhere, she escorts me
She's come back, she's here
The sniffer of dead loves
She's followed me, step by step
The b*tch, may the Devil take her
She's come back, she's here
With her gaunt Lenten mug
With her big ringed eyes
She drags our hearts down
She makes our hearts weep
She makes our hands pale
And long desolate nights
The b*tch, she'd even give us
Winter in the very heart of summer
In your sad moiré dress
With your badly combed hair
You've got the look of despair
You're not nice to look at
Come on, go carry it somewhere else
Your sad mug of boredom
I don't have a taste for misery
Go look somewhere else to see if I'm there
I still want to roll my hips
I want to get drunk on spring
I want to treat myself to sleepless nights
With a heart that beats, a pounding heart
Before the pallid hour strikes
And until my final breath
I still want to say: I love you
And want to die of loving
She said: Open your door to me
I'd followed you step by step
I know your loves are dead
I've come back, here I am
They recited their poems to you
Your fine gentlemen, your handsome lads
Your fake Rimbauds, your fake Verlaines
Well, it's over now
Since then, she's been giving me sleepless nights
She's hung herself around my neck
She's wound herself round my hips
She's lain down at my knees
Everywhere, she escorts me
And she follows me, step by step
She waits for me in front of my door
She's come back, she's here