En cloque [English translation]

She put on the wall, above the cradle

A picture of Arthur Rimbaud

With his crewcut, she finds him beautiful

In the kid's room, bravo!

Already the little angels on the wallpaper

I found it strange. I say nothing

They make me laugh, her weird ideas

Since she's knocked up...

She wakes up at night, wants to eat strawberries

She has amazing desires

Me, I'm at her every little needs, I bend myself backwards

So she's in need of nothing, my little (girl)

It's as if I peed in a cello

As if I didn't exist for her

I find myself stood up, alone in my pants

Since she's knocked up...

At night she knits while drinking verbena (tea)

Me I unknot her balls of wool

She wears away the mirrors to watch herself in them

To find herself looking strange, all the time

I tell her she's beautiful like a fruit too ripe

She thinks I'm making fun of her… of course

Got to say what it is, me too I'm losing it

Since she's knocked up...

Got to take my shoes off when I enter the bedroom

Of the nightingale she breeds

It's that her little boy who arrives in December

She protects her like a wolf

Even the laid-back cat she speaks bad about him

For the pretext he sheds

She doesn't want to see him around the bed

Since she's knocked up...

When I wander my hands on the other side of her back

I feel like some punches, it moves

I tell her: you're a garden, a flower, a stream

So she becomes all red (blush)

Sometimes what distresses me, what cause me sorrow

When I look at her belly and mine

it's that even if I became gay like a seal

Me, I'd never be knocked up...