Tout ça n'est pas très grave [English translation]

It's crazy how life put me in a shadow

When your hands don't touch me

I had the key to all the worlds

But you left my neck of the woods

I swim between your deep waters

Again a little, a little and I'm drowning

I followed the train of your long dress, I followed far and then there it goes

This isn't all that bad

This isn't all that bad

The planet keeps turning

Another day rises

This isn't all that bad

Love is always long-before lost

But we keep doing it

There are stories that are told to me

I feel like I should catch a cold

I get used to a circular road

In your hands, my fingers are lost

I hear laughter in words that lie

Why do they still have a voice?

This isn't all that bad

This isn't all that bad

The planet keeps turning

Another day rises

This isn't all that bad

Love is always long-before lost

This isn't all that bad

This isn't all that bad

The planet keeps turning

Another day rises

This isn't all that bad

Love is always long-before lost

But if we keep subjecting ourselves to it

We subject ourselves to it

I hope that we subject ourselves to it well

We have to believe in going back to it!

When we subject ourselves to it

Do we subject ourselves to it?