I live with melancholy
My friend is vague distress
I wake up every morning
And say, "Bonjour tristesse"

The street I walk is sadness
My house has no address
The letters that I write me
Begin "Bonjour tristesse"

The loss of a lover is pain
Sharp and bitter to recall
I've lost no casual lover
I have no pain from which to recover
I've lost me, that is all!

My smile is void of laughter
My kiss has no caress
I'm faithful to my lover
My bitter-sweet tristesse