Un Misil en mi Placard [English translation]

Hiding over the futon, searching for us

Agitated by our shapes

Something occurred, a strange sensation, a premonition

I had to stop making love instantly

I looked for a coat, it was cold

I lit a cigarette I was scared.

And I saw it

A missile in my wardrobe, in my wardrobe

A model to arm but never to disarm

Oh yeah

I looked at you sadly, sadly

There’s no more time to lose, you smiled

It was there, a missile in my wardrobe

A model to arm but never to unarm

Here too, you believed you were far away

Here too, here too

Uh uh yeah

A missile in my wardrobe

A missile in my wardrobe

Here too.