We had not finished talking about love
We had not finished smoking our gitanes
It could be asked why the courts condemn
A man so handsome he makes the day goes pale
You had not finished writing our songs
You only finished writing your poem
It could be asked why it's not long enough
You are the man who makes our lives go pale
We have to finish doing your job
We have to keep stirring up emotions
It could be asked why two girls try to keep
Alive a man who is already dead.
(Merci à Clélie pour cettes paroles)