Juste quelqu'un de bien

Standing in front of her illusions
A woman who is no longer bothered by anything
Prisoner of her abandonment
Her boredom distracts her

What does she retain from her life
That she could repaint
In a pretty varnished frame
Prominently displayed on a wall

A Technicolor marriage
A couple in pastel tones
Enough money without too much effort
For two or three monthly follies

She dreamed like everyone else
That she would rub shoulders with some stars
But her dreams fade within her
Now her hope would be to be

Just someone good
Someone good
Heart within reach
Just someone good
Without a grand destiny
A friend you care about
Just someone good
Someone good

I also have those moments
Where my life leans towards emptiness
All engine noises cut off
Above arid lands

I hover on the brink of discomfort
Like a sun that wants harm
No answer soothes
My questions vertically

I say hello to the baker
I hold the door for the old lady
Flowers for Mother's Day
And this weekend in Amsterdam

So that you still love me a little
When I only expect contempt
At the hour when Good God flees
Who could tell me if I am

Just someone good
Someone good
Heart within reach
Just someone good
Without a grand destiny
A friend you care about
Just someone good
Someone good

I like to think that all men
Sometimes stop pursuing
The ambition to march on Rome
And know the fear of living

On the side of the road
On the emergency lane
Like people who talk and doubt
Being beyond appearances

Just someone good
Someone good
Heart within reach
Just someone good
Without a grand destiny
A friend you care about
Just someone good
Someone good