Discothèque [English translation]

Put down your cigarette

Take me on a spins or two

On the dance floor, nothing will stop us

It's the slow dance that begins face to face

We talking a bit much, a bit fast

We are going improv, you invite me

To drink in your idyllic words

I'm going to black out

The evening, at the disco

He made my head spin

The evening at the disco

He made me keep spinning

The evening at the disco

We speak of love between two drinks

Which of us will get lost in public?

Which of us will end up pathetic?

As a fantastic hero?

Will you change your outfit at dawn?

Will I be as usual, still made for

The very short love stories?

I got a ticket for a ride

For a night, at the disco

He made my head spin

The evening at the disco

He made me keep spinning

The evening at the disco

And when the slow dance comes up

I feel your hand on my back

The DJ plays "Les Mots bleus"

The words that we say with our eyes

The evening, at the disco

He made my head spin

The evening at the disco

He made me keep spinning

The evening at the disco