Évidemment [English translation]

There is like a sour taste in us

Like a dusty taste in everything

And anger that follows us all over

There are silences that tell a lot

More than all the words we avow

And all those questions which don't make any sense

Of course

Of course

We still dance

To the tunes

We used to love

Of course

Of course

We still laugh

At the stupidities

Just like kids

But not as we used to

And those battles we don't care about

It's like a weariness, a distaste

What's the point of running around

We keep this wound inside of us

Like a splatter of mud

That doesn't change anything , that changes everything

Of course

Of course

We still dance

To the tunes

We used to love

Of course

Of course

We still laugh

At the stupidities

Just like kids

But not as we used to