hoje quase ninguém se lembra dela, mas esta parisiense de montmartre é para mim inesquecível e, à sua maneira, um ícone dos anos oitenta. 
muito cedo conotada com edith piaf, miss pigalle soube reinterpretar no ambiente pop toda a atmosfera do cabaret. 
esta é uma canção imortal: desde a abertura, num francês melancólico, até ao desenvolvimento da melodia com nuances de tango, passando pelo sumptuoso arranjo orquestral - tudo aqui é perfeito.
há dias referi esta canção a duas pessoas, que entretanto me confessaram terem ficado viciadas... e tu?

The rumour has arrived 


He has been here since noon 


A funny name he wears 


We can’t trust him, we stare

Where are you from stranger


What trick makes you danger 


Frontiers might well close down


But we’ll protect our town

He stranger 
He stranger


Can you tell a story 


He stranger 
He stranger


Which makes our sound silly

You see the law has a face


And our child fight in space 


Computers complex free 


We’ll have to pay the fee

How much for your problems 


We’ll make it our emblem 


The doubt is a torture 


We can’t live insecure

He stranger 
He stranger


Can you tell a story 


He stranger
 He stranger


Which makes our sound silly

He stranger
 He stranger


Have you got a story


He stranger
 He stranger


We’ve never heard before

He stranger
 He stranger


Have you got a story


He stranger
 He stranger


We’ve have heard so many

He stranger
 He stranger


Have you got a story


He stranger


We’ve have heard so many

He stranger
 He stranger


Don’t make it too easy