En cloque [English translation]

She has put on the wall, above the cradle

A picture of Arthur Rimbaud

With his hair up, she finds him beautiful

In the kid's room, bravo!

Already the little angels on the wallpaper

I found it strange. I say nothing

They make me laugh she weird ideas

Since she's pregnant...

She wakes up at night, wants to eat strawberries

She has huge cravings

Me I'm at her every little needs, I bend myself backwards

So she's in need of nothing my little (girl)

It's as if I peed in a cello

As if I didn't exist for her

I find myself stood up, alone in my pants

Since she is pregnant...

At night she knits while drinking verbena (tea)

Me I unknot her balls of wool

She uses the mirrors to watch yourself

Finds herself looking strange, all the time

I tell her she's beautiful like a fruit too ripe

She thinks I'm making fun of her, of course

Got to say what it is, me too I'm losing it

Since she's pregnant...

Got to take my shoes off when I enter the bedroom

Of the nightingale she broods

It's that her little boy who arrives in December

She protects her like a wolf

Even the laid-back cat she speaks bad about

For the pretext he sheds

She doesn't want to see him around the bed

Since she it pregnant...

When I wander my hands on the other side of her back

I feel like some punches, it moves

I tell her: you're a garden, a flower, a stream

So she becomes all red (blush)

Sometimes what distresses me, what makes me sad

When I look at her belly and mine

it's that even if I was gay as a seal

Me I'd never be pregnant...