One Little Man (Le Petit Homme) - Edith Piaf

　　Life in the street is the same every day

　　Life in the street is a marvelous play

　　Ladies and lovers and bankers and bums

　　Hurry along while the big city hums

　　People are frowning while others are gay

　　Music tumbling from every café

　　There's all of the wonder of life and love

　　Out in the street with the blue sky above

　　There in the crowd one little man

　　Hurries along upon his way

　　Nobody much and turning gray

　　Just one little man

　　But he has a girl

　　He's still a man

　　He has a young and lovely girl

　　Maybe she does demand too much

　　But who wouldn't pay to feel her touch

　　Who wouldn't pay especially a man

　　Who's turning gray

　　He has no children no home and no wife

　　He lives a kind of the Saturday life

　　Saturday evening he runs up the stairs

　　Launches his face in her deep golden hair

　　Why should he care if he pays for her charms

　　He can recapture his youth in her arms

　　And Saturday night he can live once more

　　Saturday night he can live just once more

　　Then one awful day he climbs the stairs

　　Picks up a note beneath her door

　　What should he tear it open for

　　He knows what he'll find

　　Poor little man he's left behind

　　She's gone away and he's alone

　　She never even said goodbye

　　Where does a fellow go to cry

　　Where does he cry

　　Out in the street beneath the sky

　　Life in the street is the same every day

　　Life in the street is a marvelous play

　　Ladies and lovers and bankers and bums

　　Hurry along while the big city hums

　　People are frowning while others are gay

　　Music is tumbling from every café

　　And there with the beautiful sky above

　　One lives a man cries along hopes along