A summer evening on Les Champs ElysesA secret rendezvous they planned for days.A sea of faces in a crowded cafe,A sound of laughter as the music plays.Jean-Claude was a student at the University,Louise-Marie is just a world away.He recall the night they met was warm with laughter,The words were music as she turned away.I'll meet you at midnight,Under the moonlight,I'll meet you at midnight...But Jean-Claude, Louise-Marie will never be...Each cigarette would light a thousand faces,Each hour that pass seem like a thousand years.Midnight was turning into empty spacesThe sound of laughter disappeared.I'll meet you at midnight,Under the moonlight,I'll meet you at midnight...Oh, but Jean-Claude, Louise-Marie will never be...