She walks alone in the night under a midnight sky
Following the lampposts that light up the night
Quietly she takes the same path as before
The alleys winding up to the odeon
And in the windows opposite she sees herself

In the eyes of Marie we see the life that spends
The day darker than the night
She is waiting for him, she is waiting for...da, da, da
And TV screens reflect the hidden side of his desires
But I did not understand why we see only darkness
In the eyes of Marie

A telephone booth
She is still trying to make her transatlantic call
But she falters on the sound of the tone
He was not there, besides, he is never there
Turn around do not stay there
It is not worth it, dear Marie

In the eyes of Marie we see the life that spends
The day darker than the night
She is waiting for him, she is waiting for...da, da, da
And TV screens reflect the hidden side of his desires
But I did not understand why we see only darkness
In the eyes of Marie
Day after day after the end of the world
We hide from the sun and suffering love
I think you and I, too, are a bit like Marie

In the eyes of Marie we see the life that spends
The day darker than the night
She is waiting for him, she is waiting for, da da da ...
And TV screens reflect the hidden side of his desires
But I did not understand why we see that night
In the eyes of Marie