N'aie plus d'amertume [English translation]

In my slipping memory

Will remain the hardness of asphalt

You prefer the more acute angles

Of a seemingly lost fate

Don't be bitter anymore

And talk to the moon

You have no other choice

It may be me

If I couldn't silence

Your angry words

I blame myself, you see

I give you my faith

Don't be bitter anymore

And talk to the moon

Tell it that the soul

Hurts itself, sometimes

But it's so dark

Turn away from me

You've done it before

You've done it before

I see you

How does it feel?

When I see you

It makes me feel like this

And the dancing stops

May your voice still be heard

But, God, you look so jaded

Come sit next to me

And pass

Don't be bitter anymore

And talk to the moon

You have no other choice

It may be me

If I couldn't silence

Your angry words

I blame myself, you see

I give you my faith

Don't be bitter anymore

And talk to the moon

Tell it that the soul

Is upset, sometimes

But it's so dark

Turn away from me

You've done it before

You've done it before

• Artist:Mylène Farmer