Clopin Clopant
In France When One Is Walking Sadly
They Say He Walks Clopin Clopant
His Step Is Slow, His Fault Is Badly
Perhaps the One He Loves Is Gone
Clopin Clopant I Hear His Footsteps
As in the Night He Passes By
And As I Hear His Endless Footsteps
I Get to Thinking They'll Go Out
I'll Go Along Clopin Clopant
Whispering He's Gone, He Is Gone, He Is Gone
My Childish Heart Cries Like a Baby
Without My Love What Will Each Day Be ?
So I Go On Clopin Clopant
Trudging Alone Clopin Clopant
Love Is a Dance and One Must Learn It
I Had My Chance, Why Did I Spurn It?
What Can I Do? Why Carry On?
Going Alone Clopin Clopant, Clopin Clopant, Clopin Clopant...
Caminando tristemente
En Francia cuando alguien camina tristemente
Dicen que camina clopin clopant
Su paso es lento, su culpa es grave
Quizás la persona que ama se ha ido
Clopin clopant, escucho sus pasos
Mientras en la noche pasa
Y al escuchar sus interminables pasos
Pienso que se apagarán
Seguiré a clopin clopant
Susurrando se ha ido, se ha ido, se ha ido
Mi corazón infantil llora como un bebé
¿Qué será de cada día sin mi amor?
Así que sigo clopin clopant
Caminando solo clopin clopant
El amor es un baile y uno debe aprenderlo
Tuve mi oportunidad, ¿por qué la rechacé?
¿Qué puedo hacer? ¿Por qué seguir adelante?
Yendo solo clopin clopant, clopin clopant, clopin clopant...