Réponse à tout [English translation]

For the big winter fires

Kindling and a good draught

I know a few things

If you want us team up

Let’s say that at Trivial Pursuit

I’m not too far from being good

In the line of my little finger

I can sometimes show you

At least the Great Bear

I have my little stock of proverbs

Tomorrow we’ll picnic on the grass

If the moon is red

Pardon me in advance

The rains at the end of the big holidays

Come without warning

No, it’s not an oversight

There’s nothing against the melancholy

I know what you’re going to tell me

I don’t have answers for everything

You weren’t born in the cabbages

There were no storks

There are sorrows that strike

Fathers that fail

There are mysteries everywhere

For the great autumn tides

I know what the sea abandons

On the wet ground

Out of ten I’d give myself eight

Assembling flat pack furniture

I can get by

I know some dubious stories

Why the fish in the bowl

Is belly up

I know some hazy stories

Lost soft toy will be happier

Living with the polar bears

But in advance, you must pardon me

I cannot silence the ringing bells

September is going to return

No, it’s not an oversight

There’s no cure for melancholy

I know what you are going to tell me

I don’t have answers for everything

You weren’t born in the cabbages

There were no storks

There are sorrows that hurt

Fathers that fail

There are mysteries everywhere