je ne regrette rien

but no regrets 

then came the song, and

i was back there in an instant,

on the scent of a memory,

bleared in the tears,

in that blink of an instant 

in time, back then,

when, when; o when ...

it could have been, that

we could have been;

goodbye my joie de vivre,

c'est la vie,

je ne regrette rien.