Qu'est-ce que ça peut faire [English translation]

What can this do

about knowing that summer looks like winter ?

I'll miss you.

What can this do

about knowing that we have a war,

that we have peace ?

What can this play at ?

What can this do ?

What can this do

so that you throw your head back,

so that I'm rung ?

What can this do

{with} all these parts of knees on air,

these lost plays ?

What can this play at ?

What can this do ?

After the route,

there's only a desert.

What can this do

about knowing that you have nothing better to do,

about listening to me ?

Oh, tell me what this can do

so that we forget the initial stuff,

so that we leave the lights open ?

What can this play at ?

What can this do ?

What can this do

so that this beauty exists on earth,

if we must burn down everything ?

Oh, tell me what this can do

so that there is a hibernal solistice

and an estival solistice ?

What can this play at ?

What can this do ?

Because after the route,

there's only a desert.

Go there and ask at the dust.

There is this light

that will never be extinguished,

like a Cerberus at the surroundings of a palace.

There is this light

that will never be extinguished,

like a lamppost,

like the lights of a long-term festival.

What can this do

so that there are coastal resorts

within my wine glass ?

Oh, tell me what this can do

so that I see you inside the air

or the encircled eyes ?

What can this play at ?

What can this do ?

Because after the route,

there's only a desert.

What can this play at ?

What can this do ?

Because after the route,

there's only a desert.

• Artist:Benjamin Biolay
• Album:Trash Yéyé