Seen him hanging 'round my door

Like a hawk stealing for the prey

Like the night waiting for the day

Strange, he shadows me back home

Footsteps echo on the stones

Rainy nights, on Hausmann Boulevard

Parisian youths, drifting from the bars

Tu cherches quoi, rencontrer la mort?

Tu te prends pour qui

Toi aussi tu detestes la vie

Dance in bars and restaurants

Home with anyone who wants

Strange he's standing there alone

Staring eyes chill me to the bone.

Dans sa chambre, Joel et sa valise

Un regard sur ses fringues

Sur les murs, des photos

Sans regret, sans mélo

La porte est claquée, Joel est barré.