Strange, I've seen that face before 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 Haussmann Boulevard Parisian youths, drifting from the bars Tu cherches quoi, rencontrer la mort? Tu te prends pour qui Toi aussi tu détestes 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