Sur une chanson en français [English translation]

It's past midnight, the lens/aim becomes distorted

For a regular of those freedoms that go against the norm

Let her shine in her nonstandard audacity

For one more morning, and forget uniformity

Let her go out tonight,

Tell to temporary comfort

That its portrait displeases her,

And finally live off her excesses

Let her run away tonight

And maybe even be moved,

Away from inquiring looks,

To the sound of a French song

On the next day, the portrait is being done again

And its loyal costume appears once again

The secondary effects of a certain charm

Delicately wear off while she recovers

Let her go out tonight,

Tell to temporary comfort

That its portrait displeases her,

And finally live off her excesses

Let her run away tonight

And maybe even be moved,

Away from inquiring looks,

To the sound of a French song

A French song

Let her run away tonight

And maybe even be moved,

Away from inquiring looks,

To the sound of a French song

• Artist:Paradis