William Sheller -
Un homme heureux ("Why are the people who love each other
Always a bit the same
They have, when they pass by
The same glance of just one desire for two
They are happy people
Why are the people who love each other
Always a bit the same
When they have their problems,
Well, there's nothing to say, nothing to do for them
They're people who love each other
And I, I barely know you
But it would be lucky, if we went a bit like them
We could make, without bothering others, a bit of room for two
But if it isn't worth it
That I come back to this, you've got to tell me deep in the eyes
Whatever the time it takes me
Whatever the stakes
I wish to be a happy man
Why are the people who love each other
Always a bit rebel
They have a world of their own
That nothing forces to resemble to those
That are given to us as models
Why are the people who love each other
Always a bit crual
When they tell you about themselves
There is something that push you away a bit
These are humane things
And I, I barely know you
But it would be lucky, if we went a bit like them
We could make, without bothering others, a bit of room for two
But if it isn't worth it
That I come back to this, you've got to tell me deep in the eyes
Whatever the time it takes me
Whatever the stakes
I wish to be a happy man")