Je t'aime mélancolie [English translation]

I feel like a

To see my life in bed

As a fixed idea

Whenever I am told

The wound is this:

Is that she grows too fast

The weed harms

It is there that I have an idea:

Able to to feel sorry

It's just my luck

I suffer quietly

I expect my pain

Its mouth is so sweet

I feel like a

To see my life in bed

Like a sad idea

That haunts me at night - the night - the night

I enjoy the night

The idea of ​​eternity

The weed harms

Because she never dies

When all is gray

The trouble is my friend

A long suicide acid

I love you melancholy

feeling that

Leads me to infinity

Mixture of worst of my desire,

I love you melancholy

When all is gray

The trouble is my friend

I have too wet the soul

My whole being capsizes

Oh come I pray you

This is your friend too

It is the elixir of my deliriums

I love you melancholy

I feel like a

To see my life in the air

Whenever I am told

It's a weed

And I say:

That a savage born

Estimated to be worth

Does well worth being estimated

After all she often scoffs at

To "too much" grown and toc !

It's just my luck

I suffer quietly

I expect my pain

Its mouth is so sweet

I have as an idea

Of morality

Like a sad idea

But that never dies

In short is this:

To please the jealous

Must be ignored

But then, but then, but then, for once

It is God that planted me, then ? ...

• Artist:Mylène Farmer