Maman [English translation]

The lovers go from bed to bed

In hotels, on parking

To escape all this melancholy

The heart of cities look bad

Shots blues, phone calls,

Everything will start in spring

Unless the indelible love.

Dreams are crammed in metros,

The skyscrapers look down on us

Like a bird in the bars.

I'm not good in my head, mom.

I lost the taste of the party, mom.

Look how your daughter is made, mom.

I find no sense in my quest

At a time when the bars are filled,

This same time when hearts are empty.

Those nights when the promises are woven,

As quickly they squander.

Shots blues, phone calls,

Everything will start in spring

Unless the indelible love.

Dreams are crammed in metros,

The skyscrapers look down on us

Like a bird in the bars.

I'm not good in my head, mom.

I lost the taste of the party, mom.

Look how your daughter is made, mom.

I find no sense in my quest

Look how your daughter is made, mom.

I find no sense in my quest

• Artist:Louane
• Album:Chambre 12