Oh la la la vie en rose
The pink that we are offered
To have the quantities of things
That make us want something else
Ae, we are made to believe
That happiness is to have
To have it full of our cupboards
Let us make fun of ourselves because
Sentimental crowd
We thirst for the ideal
Attracted by the canvases, the sails
Only non-commercial things
Sentimental crowd
You have to see how they speak to us
How they speak to us
He emerges
From these packaging boxes
People washed, out of use
And sad and without any advantage
We are inflicted
Desires which afflict us
We should not be fooled as soon as we are born
For idiots when we are
Sentimental crowds
With a thirst for ideals
Attracted by canvases, sails
Only non-commercial things
Sentimental crowd
You have to see how they talk to us
How they talk to us
They talk to us Claudia Schieffer
We are Paul-Loup Sulitzer
Oh the harm that can be done to us
And that ravaged the moukre
From the sky falling
A desire that thrills us
For tomorrow our pale children
A better, a dream, a horse
Sentimental crowd
We thirst for the ideal
Attracted by the canvases, the sails
Only things not commercial
Sentimental crowd
You have to see how they speak to us
How they speak to us