Trop grand maintenant [English translation]

We spent so many Decembers

With snow in the middle of the room

And all those strange men who came to cut off the water

Half the year on a diet

Gathering bottles, counting pennies

And when I cross your path today, you look down on me…

Joe! You’ve no longer got the time

You’ve too much money

You’re too big now

Joe! You earn much too much!

Joe! You’ve no longer got the time

You’ve too much money

You’re too big now

You were a singer in third-rate joints

You poured your heart out between the tables

For a few big-wigs, a few furnace salesmen

Afterwards, you went to see some odd guys

For them to talk to you about revolution

When you see them today you no longer even notice them!

Joe! You’ve no longer got the time

You’ve too much money

You’re too big now

Joe! You earn much too much!

Joe! You’ve no longer got the time

You’ve too much money

You’re too big now

You’ve someone to manage your business

You’ve someone to calm your anger

There’s always someone to hear your methods

There are girls at the bottom of your bath

Flatterers the length of your corridors

But there’s nothing more alone than a fashionable singer!

• Artist:Francis Cabrel
• Album:Fragile