Jaloux de tout [English translation]

Baby, I knew it that wasn't simple

That I was a coward, it's true, and full of absinthe

That it was late, I know, when your complaint came in

But that compared to me, you were a saint

Baby, I knew that you were too pretty

When you undressed in the pale night

Jealous of every fag, of every horse

You rode, baby, it hurt too much

Ketamine and phenobarbital pills

Baby, I'm not lying to you, I thought you were dirty

I was tied, I tasted like salt

It's true, happiness gets worn out as soon as you call it

Baby, I knew that you were set square

And from your head to your feet, Black & Decker

You had the sacred flame, and Converses too

You were the flame I had dreamed of, my persian girl

I probably had too much love inside of me

You were probably way too pretty for me

I was jealous of everything

Jealous of everything

Baby, I knew that you were deadly

That you would trigger the final assault

I should have confided in you, I should have confessed

But I was overwhelmed and pathetic

Baby, I didn't understand a thing, I saw evil

Everywhere, I read your diary

Everywhere, I had stiches in my side, a cold sweat

As soon as a stranger seemed affable

I felt ugly, yeah, and incurable

Whether I was sober, tipsy or completely drunk

And I was kind of offended and kind of sullen

As soon as you talked to someone else over the table

Baby, I knew that it was war

I supposed you didn't love me as much, as much as before

You were the prettiest girl on Earth

You'll forget my kisses, but not Hell

I probably had too much love inside of me

You were probably way too pretty for me

I was jealous of everything

Jealous of everything

Jealous of everything

I was jealous of everything

Jealous of everything

You often said

"I'll lose you one of these days"

I answered each time

"You're talking nonsense, as usual"

You sometimes said

"What you say is nothing but wind"

I always answered

"You're talking nonsense, as you often do"

Before

Before

You also said

"You're going to leave"

I never answered

You never held it against me

Then you said "Boy,

Make love to me again"

I never really answered

But we often made love again

Before

Baby, I knew that it was morose

That we always felt like we had a rose under our foot

That we didn't the thing as often as before, it's true

That I had left so many bruises

Baby, you'll have understood that I feel guilty

That on top of ruining everything, I didn't give a lot

I had a stripped Hedi Slimane pull

You were the life I had dreamed of, my first lady

I was jealous of everything

Jealous of everything

Jealous of everything

I was jealous of everything

I probably had too much love inside of me

I was jealous of everything