On a tous une Lula [English translation]

On the back tires of my yellow tricycle

I'm bunking to the other side of the world

Smoke a cigarette with me

Do you have matches

To set fire in their country

Do you know Molotovs

And tell me, do you know

Whether we all end up in paradise?

I walk at night, when it's late

Between the ghosts and the clouds

I ask the poeple on the street

Ask whether they've seen you

I knock at doors and nothing happens

I scream out your name in the streets

On the back tires of my tricycle

I'd like to see the sea

Everyone tells me that you've disappeared

In the arms of the apocalypse

That you passed like an eclipse

On my tricycle of broken hearts

I'm driving all naked through the alleys

I'd like to smoke a cigarette

But there's no sulfur in the matches

We all have a Lula in our hearts

We all have a razor blade

To cut our hearts

And my dirty mug in the mirror

Lula, you know when you're not there

You know, I only fool around

On the back tires of my tricycle

I'd like to see the sea

She was blonde, she was brunette

How would I know, it was dark

And fuck, I was drunk

I had too many bad ideas

She went away to follow dawn

In the twilight, between alcohol and tabs

Between the high-risers, the wire dancers

I'm bungee jumping

I'm skydiving

To ask the sea gulls whether they've seen spring go by

They tell me you were in America

That you were gone just like that

That you had taken the train to another city

So I'm looking for other girls

We all have a Lula in our hearts

We all have a razor blade

To cut our hearts

And my dirty mug in the mirror

Lula, Lula, Lu-Lula ..

I force myself to search the clubs

I let myself being chased by assholes

In the moonlit nights I find myself a boat

I do somersaults between the dunes

Out of concrete, I'm in a bad mood

I find myself with my mug in the dust

And there are cops in every street corner

I didn't say anything so they could accost me

On the back tires of my yellow tricycle

I'm bunking to the other side of the world

Smoke a cigarette with me

Do you have matches

To set fire in their country

Do you know Molotovs

And tell me, do you know

Whether we all end up in paradise

We all have a Lula in our hearts

We're a bit like aviators

On the back tires of my tricycle

I'd like to see the sea

We all have a Lula in our hearts

We're a bit like aviators

On the back tires of my tricycle

I'd like to see the sea

We all have a Lula in our hearts

We're a bit like aviators

On the back tires of my tricycle

I'd like to see the sea

Lula, Lula, Lu-Lula, Lula, Lu-Lula