Ecorchée vive [English translation]

This morning, I don't feel good

I don't feel beautiful, I feel misunderstood

I head to the bathroom

I look at myself and feel sad

I wonder where I'm going

Twenty-one years spent wandering through life

Pretending I had grown up

I'm sick and tired of thinking "too bad..."

(1st chorus)

I'm fed up

With slaving away to get a job

Being endlessly disappointed

And following my own tracks*

(Following my own tracks)

Following my own tracks

All the time

Always being disappointed. Yet

I need to live

Just set me free

(2nd chorus x2)

I think I'll give it all up

I'm feeling drawn towards the edge

I try to hold on not to explode

It's like I'm flayed alive

Behind the doors, on the landing

I can still hear the same suffering

I get up, turn the TV on

Just to fill the silence

On my sheets of paper, these deletions

Those on which I write down all I hope for

It still doesn't pay my bills

Nor my outstanding rents

(1st chorus)

(2nd chorus x3)

It's written, but I think I misread it

They'd told me about it, but I didn't hear it

You can see this day is not going fine

They hadn't described it to me this way

It's written, but I guess I misread it

They'd told me about it, but I didn't hear it

I didn't know it didn't work that way

Born with such a big heart