N'aie plus d'amertume [English translation]

In my memory that slips

Will keep the hard, asphalt

You prefer the angles more treble

From a fate that seems to be lost

No longer to have bitterness

And talking to the moon

You do not have the choice

It may to be me

If I have not known how to shut

Your words of anger

I do not want it, you see

I give you my faith

No longer to have bitterness

And talking to the moon

You tell him that the soul

Sometimes hurts

But it's so dark

Turn away from me

You did it already

You did it already

I see you

It makes you what ?

When I see you

It makes me that

And when the dance stop

That spring up again thy voice

But god that you look so tired

Come sit next to me

And passes

• Artist:Mylène Farmer