Question d'équilibre [English translation]

I’m all alone tonight

I’ve got my arms glued to the bar

My feet are down in the dust

My head up in the fog

In all the corridors

I thought I saw the curves of your body

In all the airport saloons

In all the holds of the ships at dock

I need you to live

It’s a question of balance

When you left it clipped my wings

Since then the floor beckons

The floor beckons

The floor beckons

You mustn’t hold it against me

I’m not in a fit state to see you again

I’ve let all my body’s tears

Run down the gutter at the bottom of the pavement

And all the others annoy me

Those bigmouths who talk too loudly

I see only you in the big mirrors

Between the bottles of “Southern Comfort” 1

I need you to live

It’s a question of balance

When you left it clipped my wings

Since then the floor beckons

The floor beckons

The floor beckons

One more glass

Then I’ll lie down on the ground

I want to sleep trying to believe

That you’re just running late again

But all the others annoy me

Those bigmouths who talk too loudly

I see only you in the big mirrors

Between the bottles of “Southern Comfort”

I need you to live

It’s a question of balance

When you left it clipped my wings

Since then the floor beckons

The floor beckons

The floor beckons

1. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Southern_Comfort

• Artist:Francis Cabrel