Elle rit [English translation]

Three o'clock in the morning, rain on the windshield

Radio distils a slow fade on gray skin

Oh no, I should never have left

Forgetting to tell him

A lot of things

Already ten minutes bored, a little too much of her

Quickly a phone, her number that I call

Oh no, it's crazy as I want

I do not know where I am

It rains a little

But she laughs

She does not care about anything we say

From me of all my follies

Because she does not like her

But she laughs, she laughs

She does not care about all my desires

Of my absence and my life

Because she does not like anyone but herself

Sidewalks make mirrors where lights are dying of boredom

Everything looks like these glossy black and gray photos

Oh no, the day comes and I'm scared

Must have been over an hour

And its still raining

Hello hello hello hello ?

Hello hello hello hello ?

But she laughs

She does not care about anything we talk about

From me of all my follies

Because she does not like anyone but herself

But she laughs, she laughs

She does not care about all my desires

Of my absence and my life

Because she does not like anyone but herself

• Artist:Michel Polnareff
• Album:Bulles