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In France when one is walking sadly They say he walks Clopin-Clopant His step is slow, his fault is badly Perhaps the one he loves is gone Clopin-Clopant I hear his footsteps As in the night he passes by And as I hear his endless footsteps I get to thinking they'll go out I'll go along Clopin-Clopant Whispering he's gone, he is gone, he is gone My childish heart cries like a baby Without my love what will each day be ? So I go on Clopin-Clopant Trudging alone Clopin-Clopant Love is a dance and one must learn it I had my chance, why did I spurn it ? What can I do ? Why carry on ? Going alone Clopin-Clopant, Clopin-Clopant, Clopin-Clopant... Aus Songtexte Mania