Infatuation The street’s got this smell of dirt Lifted up by the rain. Black shoes, perfect legs, dark skirt Spreading all over my brain : I’ve seen you at the corner Of a main street as I was sitting In my world of sorrow. But for you I’m not even existing. I’ll wait again for tomorrow... R: I’ve an infatuation for you The strongest of any kind ! I’ve tried to catch your attention What do I hope ? For me the sun never shines. Everyday, bright and early, I watch you, gathered in all my newspapers Your eyes seem to be bitter You try to afford the new It’s worthy looking forward However used to tumble in The backyard I cling and cling To your image wallowing Complacent in the garbages.