Le fils à papa [English translation]

At random

We count our flaws

We count our runs of bad luck

And we have what we need

In our view,

Among all the gardens

The grass is never better

Better than at the neighbour's house

Pain

It doesn't worth it

It doesn't worth the day

Not even the candle

Because if I seem stupid

In my soaked tissue

It's looking at my navel,

And begin to cry

Help, help, help me

I wasn't made like this, no

Help, help, help me

Like a daddy's boy

Help, help, help me

I wasn't made like this, no

Help, help, help me

They say I'm lucky

And I hate that

I know my childhood

And I hate me

Because we are never too rich

And then always too poor

And we don't care of the others

Until they save us

Help, help, help me

I wasn't made like this, no

Help, help, help me

Like a daddy's boy

Help, help, help me

I wasn't made like this, no

Help, help, help me

It's late, it's late

And I would like her to come,

In my sheets, in the dark,

And make my veins bow

Against a little white breast

How can I,

Like a spoiled child,

Shed a tear ?

We write songs

In minor chords and I

I, like a stupid

I do it willingly

I forget that once

A little bit of love

Gave me impetus

To enjoy days

Help, help, help me

I wasn't made like this, no

Help, help, help me

Like a daddy's boy

Help, help, help me

I wasn't made like this, no

Help, help, help me

• Artist:Vianney
• Album:Vianney