Vous [English translation]

To you1, who stole the best years of my life away from me

To you, who stole my teenage love affairs

To you, who made me cry so much because of a tiny detail which was pretty unremarkable, in the end

I'm trying to believe that life makes things right

But this particular thing, it made it wrong

That's why I can't look at you without feeling disgusted in my heart

Without feeling disguted in my mouth

Because I felt I was one too many

Because I felt I was one too many

I know that every ugly thing eventually goes away

But until then, I'm waiting

I'm waiting

I'm still waiting for the speeches to patch up the hearts

I'm still waiting for the speeches to cover with flowers

Those moments I will keep as a big memory full of holes

And I'm waiting, and I'm waiting, and I'm waiting

1. Plural form.

• Artist:Pierre Lapointe
• Album:Pierre Lapointe