Vous les hommes [English translation]

You've said I had cried,

thrown your stuff out on the street.

You've said you were relieved,

that for quite some time

you didn't love me anymore.

You've said you'd found

a more cheerful one, a sexier one.

You've said freedom is good.

You've said all that and you've drunk.

For you men,

you don't talk about those things.

Here one runs, one punches stuff,

but crying, no, you have no right.

You've said I had thrown

the silverware to the wall

and you said we'd get over it.

That for me, it'd take me longer,

it'd be harder.

And you've said that before leaving,

you stole one more night.

You even had the nerve to tell me

that, in fact, I'd been the one who had left.

For you men,

you don't talk about those things.

Here one runs, one punches stuff,

but crying, no, you have no right.

You men,

you don't talk about those things.

And you, you've acted as if

everything was fine after mine.

But I can't blame you

for you men are too proud.

I'll keep your noises in the hallway

and all the love hidden behind them.

For you men,

you don't talk about those things.

Here one runs, one punches stuff.

You must win, you have no choice.

You men,

you don't talk about those things.

And you, you've acted as if

I hadn't been anything else to you.

For you men,

you don't talk about these things.

And the only thing all this creates

are wounds that never heal.