Maux d'enfant [English translation]

[Patrick Bruel]

You're home early, sooner than before

You turn on your computer, you wait

They are all there behind the screen

This time again , it's not your party

You still read, you keep your head down

It's gonna have to stop

Those words thrown out, a little bit to see

Behind a keyboard, go find out

What wise child takes power

Alone in his room, a kid laughs

To make others laugh with him

And it's coming down on you today.

Dry your tears, look at me

I'm hurt worse than you

I'm in even more pain than you are when your eyes ask me,"Why?"

We repeat what we hear

We're looking for our place in the wind

But they're just a bunch of... children

For a girl who says no to them

For a boy who loves a boy

For a little stupid sentence

Because in the middle of a schoolyard

It's not just balloons that fly

It's not just fun games.

Who's loser? who's cute?

For a jacket, or a laptop

It's so easy to kill

Raise your head, look at me.

I'm in even more pain than you are

I'm hurt worse than you

[La Fouine]

Yeah, Founy Babe, Yeah!

And we meet them in spades, virtual thugs

The little girls are 13 and already want to be sensual

Walls no longer have ears they have Bluetooth ADSL

And we play the game of whoever's going to be the cruelest

Comments call for help, sometimes words are tears

Keyboards fire, computers are weapons

"Mommy, I'm staying in my room, mommy, I'm not too hungry, mommy, I've hurt but it's short as a chorus."

Online dating, you don't even know who you see anymore

Private are the messages, no need to break your voice

I love you by SMS and I miss you by e-mail

You fell for me on Twitter and broke up with BBL.

Me when I was a kid, we didn't have a computer.

We'd just sit around playing football and talking for hours,

You're alone in front of the screen, and even on holidays

Tell me who you're surfing with, I'll tell you who you're dealing with

[Patrick Bruel]

Why?

Ask them, they do not know

they think they're playing like the big boys.

In other wars, in other children's games

Raise your head, speak, I hear you.

Change the wind direction

Hate slips into the baggage

At the age of picture books

(Yeah, how do I lift my head off my keyboard?)

Dry your tears, look at me.

(Why don't you open one ??? if you want to talk)

So many words for you

(Dad, I don't have too much time, I'm logged in)

When your eyes ask,"Why?"

(I'm quiet in my room, you know how to move)

If you don't talk about it.

• Artist:Patrick Bruel