A strawberry vodka
fools around in my glass.
Stiff on my chair, pinky up,
I watch ice cubes dancing at the bottom.
My dress got crumpled, nothing's the same anymore...
The eyeliner went sour, I feel like a toothache,
I have to get away but my chair catches me.
(chorus: )
And the broad-smiled girls go waltzing by,
radiating love and a happiness that offends me...
And way too emphatic hearts circle around me,
hearts in full flutter...
As for mine...1
A strawberry vodka
looks at me sideways, quite awkwardly,
I gulp inside out and my heart spills on my silver slippers.
I pour some more courage into my cup,
but that's a swindle, people stare at me.
"Stop me, Mister, or I'll catch fire".
(chorus)
A vodka on its rocks concludes my ordeal,
and I swim in breaststroke, I can't see the Earth,
people are so small, it's unsettling seen from here.
I laugh, then I cry, I'm completely lost.
But what might Happiness be?
We'll see that tomorrow, we'll see in a moment,
we'll see next year.
And these broad-smiled girls go waltzing around
radiating still, dancing on my collapse.
These broad-smiled girls go waltzing all around
radiating still still still...
1. Sorry, could not render the rhyme on émoi / et moi