Casser la voix [English translation]

(What) if tonight, I don't want to go back alone,

(What) if tonight, I don't want to go back home,

(What) if tonight, I don't want to shut up,

(What) if tonight, I want to break my voice ?

Break the voice,

Break the voice,

Break the voice,

Break the voice.

I can't believe in everything written on those walls anymore ;

I can't stand the sight of others, even on paintings ;*

I'm not here for the after midnight smiles ;

Don't be annoyed if tonight, I want to

Break the voice,

Break the voice,

Break the voice,

Break the voice.

Some friends run off, some stay ;

Being seen as a jerk by people we hate ;

Those missed meetings, and time getting lost

Between worn out youth and hopeful elderly

And all those blinding flashes everyday on the TV ;

And those bastards crying out love's colour.

And newspapers lying around like I drag around my boreness* ;

This fear which is mine when I wake up at night

Break the voice,

Break the voice,

Break the voice,

Break the voice.

And those night girls we don't ever see during the day

And whom we take in our beds calling this "love" !

And those ashamed memories we forget in front of our mirror

Thinking "I may be dirty but I'm not gross"

Slowly the dreams are sinking beneath the parents' eyes

And tears are dripping on children's cheeks ;

And songs are coming like cries in the throat :

This desire to shout our hate like a slaughtered cat

Break the voice,

Break the voice,

Break the voice,

Break the voice.

(What) if tonight, I don't want to go back alone,

(What) if tonight, I don't want to go back home,

(What) if tonight, I don't want to shut up,

(What) if tonight, I want to break my voice ?

Break the voice,

Break the voice,

Break the voice,

Break the voice.

• Artist:Patrick Bruel
• Album:Alors regarde