Foule sentimentale [English translation]

Oh dear! Life through rose-coloured glasses

The shade of pink we are offered

To have loads of things

That make us want for more

Ouch! We are made to believe

That happiness is to have

Our wardrobes full of assets

In scorn of us, [it's] pathetic because

Sentimental crowd that we are

We are pining for ideals

Attracted to the stars, to sails

[To] only non-commercial things

Sentimental crowd that we are

You should see the way they talk to us

The way they talk to us

There emerge

From those cardboard boxes

Washed-up people, obsolete

And sad and without any pluses

Desires that distress us

Are imposed on us

From the moment we are born they take us, come off it

For bloody idiots, whereas we are

Sentimental crowds

Pining for ideals

Attracted to stars, sails

[To] only non-commercial things

Sentimental crowd that we are

You should see the way they talk to us

The way they talk to us

We are Claudia Schieffer’d

We are Paul-Loup Sulitzer’d

Oh! The harm we’re made to suffer

That once ravaged the mujer*

A desire that thrills us

Hurtling down from the sky

For tomorrow our pale children

An improvement, a dream, a horse

Sentimental crowd [that we are]

We’re pining for ideals

Attracted to stars, sails

[To] only non-commercial things

Sentimental crowd [that we are]

You should see the way they talk to us

The way they talk to us