Des larmes [English translation]

And in my glass prison

I don't know what to do anymore

I can blindfold like no one else

My eyes that people abandon

And here for the feelings

Turn a deaf ear to the compliments

I feel alone, here; come on, I marry myself

My soul mate is my crowd bath

This is the end

When you're in the fir tree

Box

To wake up every morning

The worm is in the apple

I have butterflies

Everything floors me

Diluvian

"The Abyss" by Baudelaire

I read everything

It's done, we don't care

This is my life

Becoming one with my bed

Loving you

Where are you?

Where, where?

Tears, tears

Tears, tears

Of sorrow

Of joy

On my cheeks, here

Criss-cross, criss-cross, criss-cross

Tears, tears

Tears, why...

Why live

If you're not here?

I keep myself to myself, isolate, isolate

And in my glass prison

When I don't know how to do anymore

I embrace life like no one else

Even God from fear he leaves me

But yeah about the feelings

If it's still going to take a long time

Here, I feel lonely; a flight to Toulouse

To the Sacred Choir for a crowd bath

This is the end

When you're in the fir tree

Box

To wake up every morning

The worm is in the apple

I have butterflies

Everything floors me

A record

"The Abyss" by Baudelaire

It's a blues

It's done, we don't care

This is my life

Becoming one with my bed

Loving you

Where are you?

Where, where?

Tears, tears

Tears, tears

Of sorrow

Of joy

On my cheeks, here

Criss-cross, criss-cross, criss-cross

Tears, tears

Tears, why...

Why live

If you're not here?

I keep myself to myself, isolate, isolate

• Artist:Mylène Farmer
• Album:Désobéissance (2018)