Deux sortes d'hommes [English translation]

I'm not talking about those who make it out

Of those who seek only pleasure

I'm not talking about those who get carried away

Who see love where there is only desire

I'm talking about severe heart burns

The charred forever

The quartered from the inside

Whose wounds will never close

There are two kinds of men

Two kinds of men, deep down:

All those who loved, and those who will love

There are two kinds of men

Two kinds of men, deep down,

And those who I think of, they will recognize themselves

You have to see them, a sparkle in the eye

And then this look, a little haggard

Lost between intense fear and pride

That we only find in those who go astray

Me, I talk about myself, about me especially

I, who loved you like crazy,

And who comes out a little crazier

Richer surely, but not alive

There are two kinds of men

Two kinds of men, deep down:

All those who loved, and those who will love

There are two kinds of men

Two kinds of men, deep down,

And those who I think of, they will recognize themselves

And it's always you that I call

Like a sick person calling his healing

Like fire calling its spark

Loving you too much, it's like going to die at war

There are two kinds of men

Two kinds of men, deep down:

All those who loved, and those who will love

There are two kinds of men

Two kinds of men, deep down,

And those who I think of, they will recognize themselves

There are two kinds of men

Yes, two kinds of men

All those who loved, and those who will love

There are two kinds of men

Yes, two kinds of men

And those who I think of, they will recognize themselves

And those who I think about, yes, they will recognize themselves

And those who I think of, they will recognize themselves

• Artist:Johnny Hallyday