Letras
Strange, I've seen that face before
Seen him hanging, hanging 'round my door
Like a hawk stealing for the prey
Like the night waiting for the day
Strange, his shadows beckon me home
Footsteps echo on the stones
Rainy nights on Haussmann Boulevard
Parisian music drifting from the bars
Tu cherches quoi?
To meet your death?
Who do you think you are?
Toi aussi tu detestes la vie
La vie
La vie