In France when one is walking sadly 在法国，当一个人伤心地走

They say he walks Clopin Clopant 他们说，他走Clopin Clopant

His step is slow, his fault is badly 他的脚步很慢，他的错是很糟糕

Perhaps the one he loves is gone 也许，一个他爱的走了

Clopin Clopant I hear his footsteps Clopin Clopant我听到他的脚步声

As in the night he passes by 正如他所经过的夜

And as I hear his endless footsteps 当我听到他的脚步声不已

I get to thinking they'll go out 我到认为他们会走出去

I'll go along Clopin Clopant 我会走Clopin Clopant

Whispering he's gone, he is gone, he is gone 花落他走了，他走了，他走了

My childish heart cries like a baby 我幼稚的心脏哭撒娇

Without my love what will each day be ? 如果没有我的爱究竟会每一天呢？

So I go on Clopin Clopant 所以，我去Clopin Clopant

Trudging alone Clopin Clopant 独自跋涉Clopin Clopant

Love is a dance and one must learn it 爱是一种舞蹈，就必须了解它

I had my chance, why did I spurn it? 我有我的机会，我为什么唾弃呢？

What can I do? Why carry on? 我能做些什么？为什么要继续？

Going alone Clopin Clopant, Clopin Clopant, Clopin Clopant... 一个人去Clopin Clopant ， Clopin Clopant ， Clopin Clopant ...