Les roses ont des épines [English translation]

How to tell you or make you understand

That life is nothing but a mere dream

A lie which the truth wears down

Roses have thorns

I don't worry about the lack of food

Nor about the children, because they live in paradise

I have things to say and to write

Roses have thorns

I still see myself, giving her my hand in an alleyway of Paris

In your eyes: my destiny, the doubt, the boredom

If the time wasn't against us, it would save our faces

I give signs, but you don't see me, like a forest without trees

How to tell you or make you understand

That life is nothing but a mere dream

A lie which the truth wears down

Roses have thorns

I don't worry about the lack of food

Nor about the children, because they live in paradise

I have things to say and to write

Roses have thorns

My love, look at me, I beg you, don't turn away

There is still some humanity left in me, in this dark world

Watch me beneath the streetlamps, I sail between the shadow and the light

And I notice that my life was nothing but a shard of glass

How to tell you or make you understand

That life is nothing but a mere dream

A lie which the truth wears down

Roses have thorns

I don't worry about the lack of food

Nor about the children, because they live in paradise

I have things to say and to write

Roses have thorns

How to tell you or make you understand

That life is nothing but a mere dream

A lie which the truth wears down

Roses have thorns

I don't worry about the lack of food

Nor about the children, because they live in paradise

I have things to say and to write

Roses have thorns

How to tell you or make you understand

That life is nothing but a mere dream

A lie which the truth wears down

Roses have thorns

I don't worry about the lack of food

Nor about the children, because they live in paradise

I have things to say and to write

Roses have thorns