En cloque [English translation]

She put on the wall, over the cradle

An Arthur Rimbaud's* photo

With his hair in the brush, she thinks he's handsome

In the kid's room, bravo

I found it strange, but I told nothing

About the little angels on the wallpaper

Her ridiculous ideas, they've made me laugh

Since she's pregnant...

She wakes up at night, she wants to eat some strawberries

She has strong desires

I care about her, I make everything possible**

So that she doesn't lack of anything, my dear

It's like I'm trying hard, but can't succeed***

As if I didn't exist anymore for her

I've ended up abandoned, alone in my trousers

Since she's pregnant...

At night, she knits drinking some verbena tea

I untie her balls of wool

She uses the mirrors to look at herself in [them]

To find herself weird, always

I tell her that she's as beautiful as a too ripe fruit

She thinks I'm mocking her around, that's for sure

We really need to say how things are, I've been driving crazy

Since she's pregnant...

I need to take off my shoes when I go back to my bedroom

From the little nightingale that she's taking care of****

It's that her little boy, who's coming in December,

She protects him like a she wolf

She even criticises the calm cat

Saying that it's losing its hairs

She doesn't want to see it walking around the bed anymore

Since she's pregnant...

When I move my hands to the other side of her back

I feel like punches, it moves

I say to her: "you're a garden, a flower, a stream"

And so she blushes

Sometimes what makes me sad, what hurts me

When I look at her belly and at mine

It's that even I became gay as hell

I would never be pregnant...