Perdu connaissance [English translation]

It's to go step by step without saying a word,

like the way a house loses its colour,

the way a cloud is torn apart.

A thread that breaks between two hearts.

It's to say an excuse on the phone.

A stone stuck on the windscreen.

And even if it's not for anyone,

it's a goodbye in disguise.

The habit of no longer pleasuring you.

The anguish of finding our nights again.

Some jeans worn out like hell.

A beard as a gesture of disdain.

And if one day we neglect each other,

I beg you to let each other go.

Imitating others is monotonous.

And it was this way... that we lost understanding.

And it was this way... that my indifference was born,

quite close to you, a long time ago.

The care of emptying her mobile phone

to avoid the truth

and become insufferable

to reassure her own peace of mind.

The door slamming like an insult.

A skirt that rustles like a bomb.

To believe that love is nothing but a fight

and that life can be used as a tomb.

To mercilessly mask her face

so as not to say that we stumbled.

That we got sick inside a cage

where love slaughtered us.

And if one day we poison each other,

I beg you to let each other go.

Imitating others is monotonous.

And it was this way... that we lost understanding.

And it was this way... that my indifference was born.

It's to go step by step with no pain.

The crime of finding our nights again.

A door slamming between two hearts.

A goodbye as a gesture of disdain.

And if one day we forgive each other

because being alone is useless.

Imitating others is monotonous.

And it was this way... that we lost understanding.

And it was this way... that my indifference was born.

And it was this way... that we lost understanding.

And it was this way... that we lost understanding.