Maman [English translation]

Lovers move from bed to bed

In hotels, on car parks

To flee all this melancholia

The centres of towns look awful

Blues, phone calls,

Everything will start again in spring

Except indelible loves.

Dreams pack themselves into undergrounds,

Skyscrapers are staring us from top

Like a bird under bars.

I'm not going well in my mind, mum.

I've lost my desire of partying, mum.

Look how your daughter is made, mum.

I don't find any sense to my quest

At the time when bars are getting full

At this same time hearts are getting empty

Those nights when promises are made,

As fast as they fade away.

Blues, phone calls,

Everything will start again in spring

Except indelible loves.

Dreams pack themselves into undergrounds,

Skyscrapers are staring us from top

Like a bird under bars.

I'm not going well in my mind, mum.

I've lost my desire of partying, mum.

Look how your daughter is made, mum.

I don't find any sense to my quest

Look how your daughter is made, mum.

I don't find any sense to my quest

• Artist:Louane
• Album:Chambre 12