The Guitar Don't Lie (Le marché aux puces) [Version anglaise] - Joe Dassin

He sits all alone, playin' his guitar

Out in the back of a little cafe

And no one seems to hear, so he closes his eyes

And just lets the music take him away

Singing songs of love, songs of broken heart

And it's one of his love and his last parody

What you keep going on, when you're leaving on dreams

And you feel it inside and the guitar don't lie

The guitar don't lie

There's a lady he knows who often comes by

She's a nice little girl and she's into the blues

The request is the same song ever in eye

She sadly reminds her of someone she knew

A trace of her perfume flowed across the room

One stare were close and the shade of their dreams

But now all he feeds is a fees a cafe

They grow slowly apart and the guitar don't lie

The guitar don't lie

Some nights it gets cold and it makes him away

The time's moving on and it's slipping away

And if you look closer his dark curly hair

Under the lights there are traces of gray

He knows what it's all about feeling down and out

'Cause he's been never for and he's seen it all

And he learn to survive with your back to the wall

It's a crazy all life, and the guitar don't lie

The guitar don't lie

The guitar don't lie

The guitar don't lie

The guitar don't lie...