We listen to Gregorian singing,
She talks little and I say nothing
We have such a relationship
Fanny Ardant and I
I spend the evening with Sylvain
While she stares at the wallpaper
We have stayed independent
I and Fanny Ardant
She's sitting on the shelf
Between a book by Eric Holder
A white IKEA chandelier
And a postcard from Maria
She's always completely black and white
She doesn't say "Finally Sunday" anymore
Since I pull her along to my parents
Every week end, Fanny Ardant
I don't talk to her about the girls from Jussieu¹
She doesn't talk too much about Depardieu²
Yes, we avoid those subjects
Fanny Ardant and I
There is something in her eyes
That accuses me of coming home too late
She'd like if I were there all the time
Obviously, Fanny Ardant
She's sitting on the shelf
Between a book by Eric Holder
A white IKEA chandelier
And a postcard from Maria
She's always completely black and white
She doesn't say "Finally Sunday" anymore
Since I pull her along to my parents
Every week end, Fanny Ardant
We listen to Gregorian singing,
She talks little and I say nothing
We have such a relationship
Fanny Ardant and I