I'll meet you at midnight
Jean Plean, Louise, Marie will never be
The cigarette would light a thousand faces
Short of passion like a thousand years
midnight was turning into empty spaces
The sound of laughter disappeared
A summer morning on the Champselysees
at the table of street cafe
The sunlight meeting through an open door away.
Jean Plean is lift to face another day
I'll meet you at midnight under the moon night
I'll meet you at midnight
I'll meet you at midnight under the moon night
I'll meet you at midnight
Jean Plean, Louise, Maries will never be.