Les imbéciles [English translation]

Are we the last of the Mohicans, of the unfortunate

To simply dream of a life together?

And if it all makes us crazy, that's even better

Are we the last rampart of the obsolete world

that dreams of guitar more than a bunch of tickets?

And if it all makes us crazy, perfect

We are the imbeciles

We screwed up, clearly

It's written in the magazines in stupid ink

In stupid ink, mmh-mmh-mmh

We are the imbeciles

And yet happy, clearly

It's not said in the magazines, yet

I never thought people would see me bigger

Prettier, whiter than I really am

I made mistakes, yeah but you must not,

Not that we talk about it apparently

Should we suffocate all of our flaws, our emotions?

And are we the memory of an abandoned world

Where little matters as long as we have peace?

My friends, I want you sing to my departure

We are the imbeciles

We screwed up, clearly

It's written in the magazines in stupid ink

In stupid ink, mmh-mmh-mmh

We are the imbeciles

And yet happy, clearly

It's not said in the magazines, yet

The happy imbeciles

The happy imbeciles

Oh, oh, eh

We are the imbeciles

We screwed up, clearly

It's written in the magazines in stupid ink

In stupid ink, mmh-mmh-mmh

We are the imbeciles

And yet happy, clearly

It's not said in the magazines, yet

The happy imbeciles

Oh, yet

The happy imbeciles

Oh, yet