Et maintenant [English translation]

And now what I’m going to do

Of all those moments what Hill be of my life

Of all those people who are indifferent to me

Now you’ve gone.

All those nights, what for, to whom

And this morning that comes again for nothing

This heart that beats, to whom, what for

It beats too loud, too loud.

And now what I’m going to do

My life slips towards nothingness

You’ve left me, the whole world

But the world without you is small

You, my friends be nice

You know well that nothing else can be done

The same Paris, Paris is dying of boredom

All its streets kill me

And now what I’m going to do

I’m going to laugh for not crying anymore

I’m going to burn the entire nights

In the morning I’m going to hate you

So then an evening in my mirror

‘m going to see clearly the end of the road

Without any flower and without any cry

The farewell time

I really have nothing else to do

I really have nothing else

I really have nothing else to do

I really have nothing else

Nothing else

Nothing else

• Artist:Gilbert Bécaud