Évidemment [English translation]

There's like a bitter taste in us

Like a taste of dust in everything

And anger that follows us everywhere

There are silences that say

More than all the words one shares (litt: confesses)

And all those questions that make no sense

Chorus: Of course

Of course

We still dance

On the tunes (litt: chords)

We used to love so much.

Of course

Of course

We still laugh

At little things

Like children

But not like we used to. (Litt: but not as before)

And those battles we don't care about

It's like a feeling of tiredness, of disgust

What is the use of running about everywhere

We keep this wound inside us

Like a splash of mud

That changes nothing, that changes everything

(Chorus)