Mes autres [English translation]

When it comes to the father

Of your pleasures

A nothingness leaves me

And on the ground

You do your dance

I do the breaststroke

You like to take the air

On the descents

I have nothing to do

It's well known

Your blazing thoughts

Don’t do the trick

During the time

Of butterflies

I act like an idiot

Very gently

After the breaststroke

I wander among fish

During the time

Of butterflies

I do not like war

In your pond

No reason

To have a hard time

When it comes to the mother

Of my sufferings

A nothingness embraces you

To believe that the era

Full of romance

Is disgusting

In these rivers

In these currents

I'm full of daring

But my problems

Don’t come from brambles

But from your face

At the moment

Stretched out there

I see the bigger picture

At the moment

The grass under my arms

I myself, matter

• Artist:Fréro Delavega
• Album:Des ombres et des lumières