Jennifer [English translation]

I feel like Jenny's been having problems with herself for too long

In public she does what everyone does, she saves face

She projects an image of a chick joking around, comfortable in her skin, spread out

But if you look at her more closely

You'll quickly understand it's not really that

Because she does too much

She talks loud

As if to cover the resonating noise in her own head

And there's something in her features

In her facial expressions, in her dark circles and her forced smile

It's that she beats herself up to show it

She gives off an impression of weariness and fatigue

As if her pretty eyes had lost their brightness

She had to have been deceived or destroyed by a guy

Maybe a lot of guys, even

And she hasn't put herself back out there since

Unconsciously she probably punishes herself for what happened

While really she has everything going for her

What can you do?

What can you do? What can you do, do you think?

What can you do?

You can take her in your arms and tell her "it's okay, it's okay, it's okay"

You can take her in your arms

And tell her the sun is going to rise at least once

You can take her in your arms

And tell her the sun is going to rise at least once

It's going to, at least once

Same for the kid that I passed the other day next to Zara

At first he was turned away

That's why I first thought it was a girl

He had such skinny legs

And the curves of a girl, long hair, a handbag

It's only when he turned around that I saw it was a guy

A kid in fact, he had to be 17 years old max

He was laughing with his girlfriends

They seemed to be making fun of someone at their school

I don't know too much of what happened to them

But in his eye there was a real pain

Distress that would make your heart lurch

An atrocious thing that he couldn't have evaluated himself

You could see he was clearly adding tons to that

And that he knew he was going to keep suffering

He had to have hammered himself in, treated himself badly, to fly under the radar

I wondered if it wasn't one of these teenagers

That acted as a toy to others, stronger ones, older ones

What can you do?

What can you do? What can you do, do you think?

What can you do?

You can take him in your arms and tell him "it's okay, it's okay, it's okay"

You can take him in your arms

And tell him the sun is going to rise at least once

You can take him in your arms

And tell him the sun is going to rise at least once

It's going to, at least once

I'd also like to talk about the people you know

Necessarily because there are thousands of them

And we all have one like that in our closest circle

When it's not under our own clothes

The buddy who lowers his head as soon as there's a launch window against him, who pitifully goes after

As much on the weekdays as the weekends

Beer, say, strong alcohol, the tap, who does whatever

The guy who falls asleep in cabs

Who gives himself bruises when he falls over because he's doing so poorly

We all know someone who's too kind, too kind, too kind

To stand the world without substance

Someone for whom it all goes too fast in their mind

Who was born crying

But who feels too alone to fight back

We all know someone whom we dare to say nothing

Or not enough

Because it's hard to talk about those things

And at the same time because you rightly say to yourself

"But who am I to judge?"

What can you do?

What can you do? What can you do, do you think?

What can you do?

You can take them in your arms and tell them "it's okay, it's okay, it's okay"

You can take them in your arms

And tell them the sun is going to rise at least once

You can take them in your arms

And tell them the sun is going to rise at least once

It's going to, at least once

As for what concerns me, I'm not that clever either, you know

Because with girls it's not necessarily that there's something simpler

Because for me as well

I can only put on some big bass drums on demand

Because I'm not the best at communicating with others

And because I'm scared, I stress out all the time

So when I come back to my parents' house drunk at night

I write my texts by the light of the screen

But sometimes you know it's not enough, it's not enough

What can you do?

What can you do? What can you do, do you think?

What can you do?

You can take me in your arms and tell me "it's okay, it's okay, it's okay"

You can take me in your arms

And tell me the sun is going to rise at least once

You can take her in your arms

And tell her me sun is going to rise at least once

It's going to, at least once

• Artist:Fauve ≠
• Album:150.900 (2016)