Tout prend son sens dans le miroir [English translation]

Dark circles like black holes*

Dress up white for the big night

In thinness I become clearer

So I avoid sweets

Everything becomes clear in the mirror

I see myself upside down

This drunk twin is my reflection

He reveals all my secrets to me

In my living room, confetti

Because the child king has grown up

Now a prince, he is destined

To mold plasticine

To make an immense golem

In hopes that everyone loves it

Immoderate, I duplicate myself

So that Hell may be utopian for me

Everything becomes clear in the mirror

I see myself upside down

This drunk twin is my reflection

He reveals all my secrets to me

(Tomorrow I’ll still look like me

But nonetheless I don’t recognize myself)

• Artist:Peter Peter
• Album:Une version améliorée de la tristesse