IVE WITH MELANCHOLY
MY FRIEND IS VAQUE DISTRESS
I WAKE UP EVERY MORNING 
AND SAY '' BONJOUR TRISTESSE'

THE STREET I WALK IS SADNESS
MY HOUSE HAS NO ADDRESS
THE LETTERS THAT I WRITE ME
BEGIN 'BONJOUR TRISTESSE '

THE LOSS OF LOVER 
IS PAINSHARP 
AND BITTER TO RECALL
I'VE LOST NO CASUAL LOVER
I HAVE NO PAIN FROM WHICH TO RECOVER
I'VE LOST ME..THAT'S ALL.

MY SMILE IS VOID OF LAUGHTER
MY KISS HAS NO CARESS
I'M FAITHFULL TO MY LOVER
MY BITTERSWEET 'TRISTESSE.