My heart is crazy, I cannot calm it down,
because I have a rendez-vous at 20 rue de Courcelles.
And unfortunately my car has been stuck in traffic
for the past hour near the Eiffel Tower.
My heart is crazy, I am in the subway.
I search everywhere for my transfer platform.
But I cannot get where I want to go:
it's each to his own devices in this immense crowd.
I will be late. (I will be late.)
Will he still be there? (Will he still be there?)
But at six in the evening,
he will forgive me.
My heart is crazy, everything just came to a halt.
Then suddenly, we are forced to the floor.
Just in front of us, the train car has derailed.
I'm at the end of my wits, how is he going to take it?
~ ~ ~
I am three hours late. (I am three hours late.)
He will no longer be there. (He will no longer be there.)
And it will be 9 at night
by the time I get home.
My heart is crazy, he called to say
that our rendez-vous no longer could happen.
Being so delayed has put a stop to it,
but tomorrow night, it might be possible.
My heart is crazy, my heart is crazy.
My heart is crazy, my heart is crazy.
My heart is crazy, my heart is crazy.
My heart is crazy, my heart is crazy.
My heart is crazy, my heart is crazy....