[Verse 1] The rain dissolves the evening’s flame, The streets recall your fleeting name. A violin breathes through the haze, Minuit retient nos doux regrets. [Pre-Chorus] Your gaze, a line of quiet art, Drawn once in fire, now torn apart. The past drifts by in muted tones — Two hearts, half flesh, half stone. [Chorus] Midnight in Montmartre — a tender crime, We danced against the pull of time. Your hand in mine, the world stood still, And silence had its will. [Verse 2] Your scent remained on glass and lace, A trace of warmth the dawn erased. The bandoneon sighs through the air, Je cherche ton âme, mais tu n’es plus là. [Pre-Chorus] The candles fade, the hour breaks, The echo bends, the moment shakes. No word can keep what slips away, No prayer can make you stay. [Chorus] Midnight in Montmartre — beneath that sky, Our names were written, then passed by. The music turned, the night grew thin, But love would not begin. [Bridge] Un pas, encore — puis plus rien, A fleeting vow, a soft refrain. I still can taste the unspoken plea — You were the song in me. [Final Chorus] Midnight in Montmartre — a fragile truth, That time devours and youth disproves. Yet when I dream, I find you there, Where midnight fills the air. [Outro] (Strings linger on a descending phrase; Simone whispers softly:) “Minuit à Montmartre…”
