P'tite conne [English translation]

You'll excuse me sweetie

I couldn't walk

Behind the wreaths

Of your hip friends

Because your dealer

Was there maybe

Among these crying people

Who talked solely about you

Peeking at their watches

Bitching about the cold

Owning up to the shame

Of pushing you to that place

Silly girl, you don't even resent them

You know those bastards are way deader than you

You hung out in a world

Of mundane retards,

Where this awful powder

Is consumed in the morning

Where readies allow you

To think you're away

From the crown court

And from our contempt

That your sad world

Inspired evil in us

While sipping on our beers

Or smoking our reefers

Silly girl, you dreamt of Byzantium *

And it was Poland to your deepest silences

We didn't know each other

Either, forgive me

I didn't bawl when you

Broke your opium pipe **

I thought of the hell

Of a screaming phone

That wakes up your mother

In the mid' of the night

Wanted to tell her

It wasn't your fault

That one who refuses to age

Dies before everyone else

Silly girl, you didn't want to ripe

You fall before autumn, just before blooming

And had I known you

It wouldn't have changed anything

Little lost child

Would you have allowed me?

I love the sun

Just as much as the rain

And when I wake up

And I am alive

It's all that matters to me

Way more than happiness

That mediocre matter

That wears the heart out

Silly girl, it'd be forgetting that you weren't here for anyone

And that no one was there either

You'll excuse me sweetie

I couldn't walk

Behind the wreaths

Of your hip friends

Because your dealer

Was there maybe

Smelling those flowers

You'd not even like

Counting again those roses

That he paid the price

Of your last dose

And of your last cry

Silly girl, go on, have some rest

Close to Morrison, and not too far from me

• Artist:Renaud