Trois fois rien [English translation]

The moment that you attack me

That I have butterflies in my stomach

The moment that I miss you

That you make fun of yourself

When I'm tactless

I take slaps

I cry a lot

And I dig my heels in

The moment that you leave me

That you hide away

When you pour your heart out

I listen to a CD

And I cry often

At the slightest remark

A wave of panic

I'm a mess

Because of next to nothing

Often I cry

I cry a lot, a lot, a lot

Much too often

The moment that you attack me

That I have butterflies in my stomach

The moment that I miss you

That you make fun of yourself

When I'm tactless

I take slaps

I cry a lot

And I dig my heels in

The moment that you leave me

That you hide away

When you pour your heart out

I listen to a CD

And I cry often

At the slightest remark

A wave of panic

I'm a mess

Because of next to nothing

Often I cry

I cry a lot, a lot, a lot

Much too often

At the slightest remark

A wave of panic

I'm a mess

Because of next to nothing

Often I cry

I cry a lot, a lot, a lot

Much too often

A music box

A view of New York

Clint's kiss

Brighter tomorrows

And junior suite

A door which slams, a Clint film

A magical memory on Beeker Street

A song by Beck, so romantic

A state of shock on Easter Island

A Bach Sonata, a few cantatas

I cry often

• Artist:Coralie Clément
• Album:La Belle Affaire