Douloureux dedans [English translation]

How could you? How could you?

How could you...from behind?

How do I know? How do I know?

How do I know? The gossip

How could you think? How could you think?

How could you think...that you'd do it to me?

What did he have that I didn't? What did he have that I didn't?

What did he have that I didn't...to please you?

How could you? How could you?

How could you...from behind?

Your skirt is slit, your skirt is slit

Your skirt is slit, you look...

Like a street girl, like a street girl,

Like a street girl...without any mystery

In this late hour, I know, I should've

I know, I should've shut up

But it's painful inside

It's painful inside

And yet it's delicious

I'm lacking some courage

It's contagious, time

It's contagious, time

Is it the crude words? Is it the crude words?

It is the crude words...the knowledge?

Tell me if the chosen one, tell me is the chosen one

Tell me if the chosen one...will make it through winter

What we do doesn't, what we do doesn't

What we do doesn't...have to be done anymore

I won't follow you anymore, in the raw snow

In the raw snow...in hell...because

It's painful inside

It's painful inside

And yet it's delicious

And yet it's delicious

I'm lacking some courage

It's painful inside

My eyes are bloodshot

It's contagious, time

It's contagious, waiting

It's painful inside

It's painful inside

My love is disgusting

I loved you more before

It's painful inside

Go away

• Artist:Benjamin Biolay
• Album:Trash Yéyé