C'est quand le bonheur [English translation]

I’m hanging from your lips

Hoping for the word, hoping for the yes

That’d save my life

I’m hanging on the phone

But what’s more pitiful than

A voiceless telephone ringing

And nobody answering it

I’m hanging from your neck

In my most beautiful dream

But I never wake up next to you

And it kills me

I’m hanging under your windows

At the foot of the tree, maybe tomorrow

The little flower that is born

Will tell you of my sorrow

When will I finally be happy? (x8) 1

I’m hanging from that hope

That you sold me on the cheap

I’m nearly certain the other evening

It was me that you saw

I’m hanging from my feet 2

All red and suffocating

Every time that chance

Puts me in front of you nose

I’m hanging by the tie

In my burial suit

It appears that you go weak

In front of well dressed men

I am tense on this day today

When I come to offer you my life

Perhaps I could dare to talk

To someone other than my feet

When will I finally be happy? (x8)

And then this bitter taste

Came and coated my mouth

I’ve just conquered her heart

But it’s dodgy

Because who knows better than these old lovers

That one falls out of love

The moment that one wins it, certainly

It’s not easy every day

When will I finally be happy? (x8)

1. Said repeatedly the French sounds a lot like "C'est con le bonheur" - happiness is stupid. This may or may not be deliberate... 2. like this perhaps https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Hanged_Man_(Tarot_card)

• Artist:Cali