Répondez-moi [English translation]

I live in a house without a balcony without roofing

Where there is not even bee on jam jars

There's not even a bird, not even nature

It's not even a house

I left in passing a few words on the wall

Corridor leading down to the parking of cars

A few words for the great

Not even insults

If anyone hears them

Answer me

My heart is afraid of being immured in your ice towers

Sentenced to the sound of trucks passing

He who dreamed of star fields, necklaces of daffodils

To hang the shoulders of girls

But the morning takes you to your current habits

And at night, your array of antennas is connected to loneliness

And that the full moon shines

The wind blows from the south

You, you do not hear

And me, I saw your beautiful dogs in the eyes of ice

Carried on cushions that teachers embrace

To touch the hand, passwords are necessary

To touch the hand

Answer me

My heart is afraid of getting stuck in too little space

Sentenced to the sound of trucks passing

He who dreamed of star fields and rain of daffodils

Shoulders to shelter girls

But the last of fairy seeks his magic wand

My friend, the creek sleeps in a plastic bottle

The seasons stopped at the foot of synthetic trees

There is more than I

And I live in my house without a balcony without roofing

Where there is not even bee on jam jars

There's not even a bird, not even nature

It's not even a house

• Artist:Francis Cabrel
• Album:Carte postale