I don't listen to much music
And lots of people love me
That after that she still loves me
No motorcycle or boat license
I always put on a good face
Except the people I love most
When I'm sad, I don't know how to say it
When I'm fine, I don't know how to say it
I say it badly or not loud enough
The only times I've said it
People drive me to despair
That the good Lord exists
I can't manage to be alone
But when I'm bored I write
Than the people around me
I earn ten times more or less
But I keep that to myself
Though I'm getting bourgeois
Even if I'm lacking with blondes
It's true I'm lacking with blondes
But I keep my anger inside
They say I'm so gentle, so gentle
And I save for my brothers
All the love I've been given
For its bittersweet taste
One night I'll leave here
For the men who kill themselves
And I'll dive back into the sea
Everybody joins the circle
But nobody knows how to dance
Everybody joins the circle
But nobody knows how to dance
Everybody joins the circle
But nobody knows how to dance
Everybody joins the circle
But nobody knows how to dance
But nobody knows how to dance
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance
But nobody knows how to dance
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance
But nobody knows how to dance
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance
But nobody knows how to dance