C'est Quand Le Bonheur?

I'm hanging on your lips
Hoping for the word, hoping for the yes
That would save my life
I'm hanging on the phone
But what's uglier than that?
On the phone, hoarse it rings and no one picks up
I'm hanging on your neck, in the most beautiful of my dreams
But I never wake up next to you
And it kills me
I'm hanging under your windows at the foot of the tree
Maybe tomorrow the little flower that will be born
Will tell you about my sorrow

When is happiness? {x8}

I'm hanging on to this hope that you've sold me
I'm almost certain the other night it was me you looked at
I'm hanging by my feet, all red and breathless
Every time chance brings me in front of you
I'm hanging by the tie in my macabre suit
It seems you weaken in front of well-dressed men
I'm tense, today is the day I come to offer you my life
Maybe I'll dare to talk to someone other than my feet

When is happiness? {x8}

And then this bitter taste came to line my mouth
I just won her heart but it's suspicious
Because who can't handle their old loves, it's when love speaks
As soon as you win it, definitely it's not easy every day

When is happiness? {x8}