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.