Qu'est-ce que j'aime ça [English translation]

We know this patience;

This form of intelligence,

Which puts us back on the right road to take,

We know well the practical skills,

The elastic projection.

Just like an idyllic coma,

We recognise these torments,

Which reclaim a certain silence,

When they would like for us to let go

We know well and vouch for

The way in which we care nothing for the rest,

Even if one day we regret it.

What I like is....

Is it that you like it?

What I like is....

Do you like it?

We bet just the chance,

The excuse of fault of not a chance,

No longer calculate the reprimands,

Just a word and a gesture suffice,

And chance will occupy the rest

I have the madness of the great, perhaps.

What I like is....

Do you like it?

What I like is...

Do you like it?

We bet just the chance,

The excuse of fault of not a chance,

No longer calculate the reprimands,

Just a word and a gesture suffice,

And chance will occupy the rest

I have the madness of the great, perhaps.

What I like is....

Do you like it?

What I like is...

Do you like it?