Kané [English translation]

OK, fine

you're not a model of virtue

and it's true that you're not

a golden opportunity

Moreover, if we look at your body

when you strip naked

it must be admited that buck naked

you really aren't the ideal man

I also learned that you dreamt

of becoming Lennon or McCartney

What do you want, old chap?

You did your best, this wasn't to be

Furthermore I've been told that the night

you're looking to sell your soul to the Devil

for it makes you less ugly

more strong, affable and stable

Nevertheless you're beautiful, like a comet

I've got you under my skin, I've got you in my head

and although

it's only me

you can't just go on like that

Because you're beautiful

like a planet

I've got you under my skin, I've got you in my head

I'll repeat it for you

as long as it takes,

you can't just go on like that

And then what will you do, soaked, tell me?

You'll have that fine look

What does it serve, soaking, tell me?

It serves nothing

I know, I know

sometimes you're treating people bad

because you're not always the man

the most loyal one

nor the most sincere

In normal times even

you're a bit not normal, fair enough

But what's more, when you drink

you're quickly becoming pretty dirty

far out

It happens that you're also are a bit

lewd

when you're not totally focusing

on doing not very elegant stuff

only to apologise the next day

piteously

Besides your blood clots, hello!

We could also talk

about when you're baring your teeth

without warning

for nothing

and against doesn't matter who

Nevertheless you're beautiful, like a comet

I've got you under my skin, I've got you in my head

and although

it's only me

you can't just go on like that

Because you're beautiful

like a planet

I've got you under my skin, I've got you in my head

I'll repeat it for you

as long as it takes,

you can't just go on like that

And then what will you do, soaked, tell me?

You'll have that fine look

What does it serve, soaking, tell me?

It serves nothing

You're afraid of everything

it's hard to believe this

you get stuck on a number of things

absolutely countless

This goes on for so long

I don't know if you do it

to shake off the rust

all the same I still believe that

in the long run, this will damage you a bit

deep inside

Besides, you're heard sometimes saying

strange things

stuff not clear-cut

to contradict yourself and to tell stories

without sense or reason

You've gone weird

unpredictable

disconcerting

nutter

obscure

Some even say

they saw you at your window the night

talking to satellites

Nevertheless you're beautiful, like a comet

I've got you under my skin, I've got you in my head

and although

it's only me

you can't just go on like that

Because you're beautiful

like a planet

I've got you under my skin, I've got you in my head

I'll repeat it for you

as long as it takes,

you can't just go on like that

And then what will you do, soaked, tell me?

You'll have that fine look

What does it serve, soaking, tell me?

It serves nothing