L'Etrangère
Étienne Daho Lyrics

Downtown there will always be a corner of the world
The city center will always offer a place to those whose home is afar

For the exile of radiant children
It's a place for those who, despite being away from home, still radiate with energy and life

Downtown there will always be a piece of grey wall
The urban landscape is marked by a wall that welcomes the rebels

Full of those who like you are rebels, la clandestine
These rebels, the clandestine, just like you, find solace in the streets

(Yes I'm gonna start)
The story is about to begin

(Yes I'm gonna start)
The story is about to begin

A yellow taxi bursts into the night and the stranger emerges
A taxi arrives, and the foreigner gets out, breaking the silence of the night

Her mascara runs from her gray eyes and mixes with the rain
Her make-up blurs, and her tears blend with raindrops

In the streets, one feels the energy, a stirring smell of life
The streets crackle with life and energy

The taxi drops her off at the Chelsea, where she used to come with him
She is taken to the Chelsea, a place where she's been before with someone close to her

On the radio, Blondie's Call Me
Blondie's song Call Me plays on the radio

Contagious melody
The melody captivates and controls her thoughts and feelings

(Call me, Call me)
Blondie's plea to call echoes in her mind

Nursing her melancholy
She attempts to find comfort in the song as she sinks into sadness

Downtown there will always be a corner of a blue wall
The city center also offers the chance to lean against a blue wall

For the radiant children in a state of exile
It is a spot for the ones whose home is far away and still fill with life

Downtown there will always be a taste of grey wall
The urban environment also tastes of gray walls

For those, like you, who are not from here
For those who, like you, are strangers

And whose destiny is to be clandestine
The destiny of the stranger is to remain hidden

A notebook of poems and sketches for anyone who will listen to her cry
She carries a notebook filled with creative expressions of pain that she hopes others will understand

Champagne and (?) Or Barbie and their sweet anesthesia
She's attempting to dull her sorrow with alcohol or other means of distraction

On the radio, Blondie's Call Me
Blondie's song Call Me still playing on the radio

Contagious melody (Call me, Call me, Call me)
The song's clamor for attention continues to swallow her

Nursing her melancholy
Her sadness lingers and continues to take hold of her

Downtown there will always be a corner of a blue wall
The city center also offers the chance to lean against a blue wall

For the radiant children in a state of exile
It is a spot for the ones whose home is far away and still fill with life

Downtown there will always be a taste of grey wall
The urban environment also tastes of gray walls

For those like you who are insubordinates
For those who, like you, are rebels

And whose destiny is to be clandestine
The destiny of the stranger is to remain hidden

Downtown there will always be a taste of grey wall
The urban environment also tastes of gray walls

For those, like you, who are not from here
For those who, like you, are strangers

And whose destiny is to be clandestine
The destiny of the stranger is to remain hidden

And whose destiny is to be clandestine
The destiny of the stranger is to remain hidden