Le fils à papa [English translation]

At random,

We count our flaws

We count our setbacks

And we have what we need

To our eyes,

Among all the yards

The grass is never better,

Better than at our neighbor's house

And the pain

It's not worth the trouble

It's not worth the time

No more than the candle

Because if I seem weak

In my soaked tissue

It's from seeing my navel

And beginning to cry

Help, help me

I wasn't made like this, no

Help, help me

Like a daddy's boy

Help, help me

I wasn't made like this, no

Help, help me

They say I'm lucky

And I hate that

I know my childhood

And I hate myself

Because one is never too rich

And always too poor

And we don't give a damn about others

Until the moment they save us

Help, help me

I wasn't made like this, no

Help, help me

Like a daddy's boy

Help, help me

I wasn't made like this, no

Help, help me

It's late, it's late

And I want her to come

In my sheets, in the dark

And make my veins bend

Against a small white breast

How could I possibly,

Like a spoiled child,

Shed a tear

We write songs

In minor keys and me,

Me, like an idiot,

I do it willingly

I forget that there was a time,

A time with a little love

That gave me the push

To savor each day

Help, help me

I wasn't made like this, no

Help, help me

Like a daddy's boy

Help, help me

I wasn't made like this, no

Help, help me

• Artist:Vianney
• Album:Vianney