La bonne pomme [English translation]

You were the good apple

In the middle of the basket

The little independent girl

In the house of the lost

Papa was a regular

At the divine bottle1

Mom lost

In her own hallucinations2

For these not very funny people

You became

A mother, a shoulder

The only option

While they looked after themselves

All week long

They ignored

The extent of your pain

{Refrain:}

Sometimes you cry

When you think about it again

This sorrow

You live it in silence

One day they'll leave

These words that you hold back

And your tears will cease

Finally

You were the good apple

In the middle of the basket

The independent teenager

In the house of the shipwrecked

Papa was sat

In the corner bar

Mom left for

A new husband

You raised yourself

Alone like a big girl

In a closed off world

Dark and without celebration

You quickly understood

Through putting up with it

That to survive

You needed to leave

{to refrain}

You were the good apple

In the middle of the basket

The young woman who, in short

Managed very well

Left to study far away

To never come back again

To your godforsaken place

With those sad memories

When those rotten apples

Hold things against you

Your apple heart hardens

And becomes a rock

You cut your roots

With the old basket

An orphan

You have always been

{to refrain}

You were the good apple

Fallen from the basket

And me, I'm the man

Who gathers you up

I will be there beside you

If you want to talk

About the scars

Hidden under your skin

1. The divine bottle (la dive bouteille) comes from a book by Rabelais.2. au pays des merveilles, from Alice au pays des merveilles, or Alice in Wonderland.