Le Blues de Françoise [English translation]

Today Françoise is not looking well:

Kleenex and cigarette butts on the floor,

She has not had the strength to get up.

No emails or calls.

She clutches his t shirt,

Fervently smelling the aroma of her beloved.

Tonight Françoise lost the taste for life:

A trash can overflowing of canned and frozen food.

Go, Françoise, I speak as a friend,

Get yourself together; you’re not pretty when you cry.

Go, Françoise, I speak as a friend,

Get yourself together; you’re not pretty when you cry.

Go, Françoise, I speak as a friend,

Get yourself together; you’re not pretty when you cry.

Go, Françoise, I speak as a friend,

Get yourself together; you’re not pretty when you cry.

Tonight Françoise wants to meet her fate.

Should say it was all working against them:

All the misunderstandings won’t be missed,

Not to mention the problems of pride.

Francoise is not so clever now,

A piece of chocolate as a friend;

The heart of Françoise has turned blue.

Hectoliters of tears eat at her eyes again.

Go, Françoise, I speak as a friend,

Get yourself together; you’re not pretty when you cry.

Go, Françoise, I speak as a friend,

Get yourself together; you’re not pretty when you cry.

Go, Françoise, I speak as a friend,

Get yourself together; you’re not pretty when you cry.

Go, Françoise, I speak as a friend,

Get yourself together; you’re not pretty when you cry.

• Artist:La Femme
• Album:Psycho Tropical Berlin