Kirsty Maccoll - Libertango Lyrics
Strange, I've seen that face beforeSeen him hanging round my doorLike a hawk stealing for the preyLike the night waiting for the dayStrange, he shadows me back homeFootsteps echo on the stoneRainy nights on Haussmann BoulevardParisian music drifting from the barsTu cherches quoi?(What are you looking for?)A rencontrer la mort? (to meet death?)Tu te prends pour qui? (Who do you think you are?)Toi aussi, tu detestes la vie (You hate life too)Dance in bars and restaurantsHome with anyone who wantsStrange, he's standing there aloneStaring eyes chill me to the boneDans sa chambre (In his room)Joël et sa valise (Joel and his suitcase)Un regard sur ses fringues (a glance at his clothes)Sur les murs des photos, sans regret, (on the walls some pictures, without regrets,)Sans melo, la porte est claquée (without melodrama, the door is slammed)Joël est barré (Joel is gone)