Lyrics: I met guys who changed their suits According to the price of the kopeck or the dollar Disgusting monsters, toads full of slime Collapsed in laughter while contemplating other wrecks I saw women and children, eyes painted all black Lost but still so confident, strange, strange Gyrating legs and beggars who haggle Musicians who always play the same note I met them one evening In my life, my street, by chance They stayed in my memory Each one tucked away in their drawer Welcome to my boulevard When night falls, when my mind wanders Lost shadows, rejects of hope Companions of the blues and the futile Forgotten in moments of innocence You come back whenever my heart hurts Sharing my weaknesses and mistakes You are a part of my anchors, a part of my story Welcome to my boulevard When night falls, when my mind wanders I saw rosy and blue, green and ripe Bad mouthing people who wrote on the walls The girls were joyful, the men were sad Common point: in their eyes, there is the same hatred Revolutionaries who wanted to replace The wrongdoings of their fathers with their own excesses I met them one evening In my life, my street, by chance They stayed in my memory Each one tucked away in their drawer Welcome to my boulevard When night falls, when my mind wanders Lost shadows, rejects of hope Companions of the blues and the futile Forgotten in moments of innocence You come back whenever my heart hurts Sharing my weaknesses and mistakes You are a part of my anchors, a part of my story Welcome to my boulevard When night falls, when my mind wanders Welcome to my boulevard When night falls, when my mind wanders Lost shadows, rejects of hope Companions of the blues and the futile Forgotten in moments of innocence You come back whenever my heart hurts Sharing my weaknesses and mistakes You are a part of my anchors, a part of my story Welcome to my boulevard When night falls, when my mind wanders Forgotten in moments of innocence You come back whenever my heart hurts Sharing my weaknesses and mistakes You are a part of my anchors, a part of my story Welcome to my boulevard When night falls, when my mind wanders. The song "Bienvenue Sur Mon Boulevard" by Jean-Jacques Goldman tells the story of the encounters and experiences the singer has had on his neighborhood's boulevard. The lyrics describe various types of people he has met, including those who change their appearance to fit in with societal norms, disgusting and contemptible individuals, and marginalized people who are judged and excluded. He also encounters individuals who are filled with hate and want to replace the wrongdoings of the previous generation with their own. Despite the variety of characters, the singer welcomes them all, recognizing them as part of his own story and experiences. The song reflects on the complexities of human nature and the shared vulnerabilities and flaws we all possess.
