Bonjour Tristesse

I live with melancholy

my friend his vague distress

I wake up every morning and say

Bonjour Tristesse

The street I walk is sadness

my house has no addresss

the letters that i write me begin

Bonjour Tristesse

The loss of a lover is pain

sharp and bitter to recall

I've lost no casual lover

I have no pain from wich to recover

I've lost me

that is all

My smile is void of laughter

my kiss has no caress

I'm faithful to my lover

my bitter sweet, Tristesse.