Original Title: "Trois petites notes de musique"
Text:Henri Colpi
Music: Georges Delerue
Year: 1961
Three little music notes closed down in the heart of memory
Done with their racket, they are turning the page and are going to sleep
But one day without warning, they come back in memory
You, you wanted to forget a little overused tune in the streets of Summer
You, you'll never forget one street, one Summer, one girl who was humming.
La, la, la, la, I love you, was singing the old melody
La, la, my love, some words without anything sublime
As long as the rhyme always brings
An haunting holiday romance which harasses you
True, she was so pretty, so fresh radiant and you didn't catch her
True, for her first thrill
She was offering you a song to take as one
La, la, la, la, every dreaming, rhymes with ending
Yours doesn't make sense, ending before it starts
The time of a dance, the space of a refrain
Three little music notes
Which are screwing you over from the bottom of the memories
Raising a cruel stage curtain
On a thousand and one sorrows which refuse to die
