Amis [English translation]

The same winter mornings

The same open evil eyes

The same distresses

The same scratched knees

To find on arrival

The same teacher

We constantly repeat ourselves

Friends

Friends

Between all the blows of fate

For the day

We will be two

Friends

Friends

In life as in death

More tangles

Than our hair

When we grow up too fast

We are left numb

Far from the ball games

Under our buttons of unhappiness

To torture the heart

For the same girl

Is it enough that we forget?

Friends,

Friends

We have a sense of humor

When they are too heavy

These sorrows here

Friends,

Friends

In life as in love

Each turn

Will carry them

So many shared stories

From blows from exchanged hearts

Of love and of insults

To be unaware

That we are ten years without seeing ourselves

In all this tumult

To find maturity

Friends

Friends

We have nothing more to say

We are done

Arriving

Friends,

Friends

Slowly becoming

Two morons

Two strangers

• Artist:Maxime Le Forestier