Il pleut [English translation]

You can not leave, it's raining

It's going to wet your hair

I know you'll be pretty anyway

But still you'll be gone

Me, I shall hardly be left with

My pain and my desire

To throw you some punches

And some kisses too

Watch out, outside it's not any better

There is hate in everyone's eyes

There are some very dangerous bastards

And happy fools

I am a thousand times better than them

To treat your little bruises

You can not leave, it's raining

It'll get your hair all wet

You could have waited a little

I was going to be old

You can not leave, it's raining

It'll get your hair all wet

You can not leave because

You're not allowed it's not the game

It had been said that both

We would stay near the fire

You could have waited a little

I was going to be old

You can not leave, it's raining

It'll get your hair all wet

You can not break, I love you

To slash my veins

And first of all, that's enough

We do not break down at six and mid

Come on, ok, you won

I turn on the TV

But you can not leave, it's raining

It'll get your hair all wet

You can not leave, it's raining

It's going to wet my eyes