Un couple normal [English translation]

You're in love with him

And he with you, you're sure of that

Too many things prove it to you

And you know well that he has been bitten.

He phones all the time

He loves that, it reassures him.

You mother him and you

Call him my baby, my nutcase.

The hiccup, the detail

Which casts a shadow over your idyll,

The boring trifle

Which could make you angry,

The concern which sometimes

Makes water flow over your eyelashes

It's that he's going to get divorced.

But that he never manages to do it.

Often, while laughing

He says to you, clandestine love,

That's what's exciting

And you find it at the Novotel.

He speaks to you of chance

Of your karmas and of destiny

While swearing to you in a whisper

That of course, it's you who is the most beautiful.

Your nights, quite short,

Are passably erotic.

He loves you he loves you he loves you

Like no one has ever loved.

You're his island, his papaya

Or any other exotic object,

He loves you he loves you he loves you

But he can't stay here.

And you wait for him.

You have confidence

That one day, he'll go steady with you.

You finish your night alone

In front of videos or a "Très Chasse"*

Dedicated, you don't stand a chance,

To the smoking out of burrows.*

At first, you're offended

And then you shout, "it's disgusting"

You extinguish yourself in tears,

You felt like you were suffocating.

The next day

A knock at your hotel room door

You're more or less gloomy

But you open it and you smile.

The roses of love

To appease the heart of her

Whom "I love madly"

Here, you melt, and it's on again.

One week end in four, five,

You can see him for two whole days

You have a thirteen-hour journey

But you don't care, because you love him.

You travel all night

And in the morning you've arrived

In a dump in Alsace

But you don't care, because you love him.

There, you find yourselves

A little like a normal couple,

You cook, he watches,

You two read the newspaper in a bath.

You talk about her a bit,

He tells you it hurts him

To shatter their image

Of parents, in front of their children.

And you wait for him.

You have confidence

That one day, he'll go steady with you.

You understand his doubts,

You understand that he's a little late

To being yours, nothing but yours

Like he swears to you.

He will take the step,

He'll tell her, for the two of you.

Not tomorrow, no,

But soon, he's sure.

He begs you to wait,

Although that's all you've done

For much too long,

Pay attention: you're going to leave him.

Oh, it's too hard for him

And you who don't understand him,

You don't want to hear it any more. . .

Oh look, there it is: you've left him.

• Artist:Jeanne Cherhal
• Album:Douze fois par an