Strange, I've seen that face before   Seen him hanging round my door   Like a hawk stealing for the prey   Like the night waiting for the day      Strange, he shadows me back home   Footsteps echo on the stone   Rainy nights on Haussmann Boulevard   Parisian music drifting from the bars      Tu cherches quoi (What are you looking for?)   A rencontrer la mort? (to meet your death?)   Tu te prends pour qui? (Who do you think you are?)   Toi aussi, tu deteste la vie (You hate life too)      Dance in bars and restaurants   Home with anyone who wants   Strange, he's standing there alone   Staring eyes chill me to the bone      Dans sa chambre (In his room)   Joel et sa valise (Joel and his suitcase)   Un regard sur ses fringues (a glance at his clothes)   Sur les murs des photos sans regret (on the walls some pictures without regrets)   Sans melo?, la porte est claquee (without melodrama, the door is shut) ?   Joel est barre (Joel is gone) ?