Yes, she's full of grace, pretty and elegant,
but her reflection in the mirror renders her so differently
from the others. She feels put aside.
Disgust is the feeling she can read in the looks
of others. She feels so lonely, so ugly.
If she screams and isolates herself, it's just one cry for help
among many. She is one of the girls who hate life*.
These eyes that snipe at them for having a few too many kilos,
These eyse that gnaw on her make her feel deformed.
All these judging looks, that have made her non-conforming.
She no longer foolishly tries to please people.
She hides her roundness behind bulky clothes.
Not very feminine, her physique has given her a complex.
According to these magazines and these anorexic girls,
Her weight is a crime. Scared by the crowd,
She multiplies diets, hoping for better luck.
Yo-yo effect - She hits on hard times. Such is the payout
For telling herself to be one of the normal people.
She lost all self-confidence.
She thought appearence would suffice to make her beautiful.
CHORUS:
We put on brave face and smile to feel better.
(In the looks of others.)
We disguise and self-idealize. It's perfection that we want.
(In the looks of others.)
We make ourselves look happy.
(In the looks of others.)
We disguise ourselves...
(In the looks of others.)
Child of the popular neighborhood, where violence prospers.
Child of a working family, he grew up in need.
He takes poverty like a weakness
And precarious life, but to be fair, he says he's never lacked anything.
He does the Tony, dressing counterfit.
Emporio Armani, Versace, Gucci, "We must
try to look like them," he has commanded himself.
Rolling in a Merco** and sleeping on a bunk bed,
He acts high-class and puffs himself up every day.
He likes to pay for people's purchases just to show he's on top of things,
but he really isn't.
Model child, Nobel prize, taking life easy -
Yes, he hates his life.
Under the pretext that his parents always did everything they could for him.
A rebellious kid, he's fabricating himself a personality.
He trails behind with Kamel to fashion his image.
Bougeois, delinquant and having taken too many slaps on the cheek,
He uses Verlan words in order not to look like a blarf***.
Doing hot stuff has made him important.
He's just a bobo (a materialistic, vain person) in crocodile leather. All that just for the looks of others.
(to chorus)
They want to become iconic and loved by people.
Silicone breasts and gluey bug bites.
They're having a war, hunting the prejudiced,
Clinging to people's expectations for fear of being judged.
To all these women who reveal themselves for love,
To all these men who hide to cry,
All these people with something to prove,
Who search for themselves but never find themselves:
It's true that we feel better thanks to the looks of others;
It's true that we see ourselves as beautiful only through others' eyes.
The lesson here is that this problem is seesntially irrelevant -
You must love yourself before you can be loved by others.