À quoi il sert ? [English translation]

There are dreams, promises, illusions coming back a hundred times

Images and lips, faces, we're not made of wood

And all these letters we don't finish

And these movies, and these books, these poems which are only talking about that

And those eyes, those looks, those smiles we meet only once

This time passing by, all those words we never tell

Why is it useful

This love deep inside of us

Who are we giving it to

All those dreams that are shaking us up

If it's for nobody

to whom we can confess

Why is it useful

This music playing everywhere

For whom does it sound good

Our body that's beating, that's boiling inside

Whom are we giving it to?

A qui on l'avoue?

There are skies, there are nights, stars giving us hope

Mornings, there are pink shades, blue shades covering the black

Like the beginning of a story

I want the sea, the sun, pictures to blind us

I want to cry for any little thing, hope

Wait and run

Give without wondering

Why is it useful

This love deep inside of us

Who are we giving it to

Those angers and taboos

If it's for nobody

to whom we can confess

Why is it useful

This life we're living despite everything

Who are we giving it to

Why fighting until the end

If it's for nobody

to whom we can dedicate it