Rien de nouveau [English translation]

She passes

Without looking at him, she passes

That sends shivers down his spine

She’s exactly everything he needs

He needs

She leaves

Without even thinking about it, she leaves

Trailing like a lasso

A few scents where he’ll soon be trapped

Soon

He stops dead

His eyes like portholes

And his heartbeat off the scale

He charges

He heads straight for her, he charges

Like a hammer thrower

Afterwards he juggles rings and torches

Torches

He speaks

Until she can hardly breath

He speaks like Gable to Garbo

He strikes poses

Like tango dancers…Tango

He stops dead

His eyes like portholes

In fact… in fact he goes over the top!

Sixty five million years ago

Under a sun just like today

On of our grandparents was

Flirting with his new girlfriend

And he stays

He stays as if glued to the spot

He says in short that he loves her

And that’s nothing new…nothing new

His eyes like portholes

And his heartbeat off the scale

Sixty five million years ago

Under a sun just like today

On of our grandparents was

Flirting with his new girlfriend

He stays

He stays as if glued to the spot

He says in short that he loves her

And that’s nothing new…nothing new

• Artist:Francis Cabrel