Les Chiens Ne Font Pas De Chats

LS (Ludivine Sagnier):
What do you want to know?
This little one is truly yours
She wants to see everything
Paris is not enough for her:
She loves nothing more
Than big departures,
The smell of trains,
The noise of airports.
She can't stay still anywhere.

RB (Rasha Bukvic):
I want to know
If this little one is coquettish
Using mirrors,
Abusing conquests.
Does she love anything more
Than going out at night.
Giving her hand
To whoever wants it, randomly,
To take it back a little later.

Miss, is she like
You were,
Tell me.
LS:
Like father, like daughter
RB:
Miss,
LS:
What do you want to know?
RB:
Is she like
LS:
You should see her,
She resembles you more than you think
RB:
Like father, like daughter!

LS:
What do you want to know
This little one is truly yours
She has your dark eyes
So dark they scare sometimes
And then her skin
Has the scent of the memory I have of your skin.
How much I could feel it!
Oh, damn! can't lie

RB:
I want to know
If this little one is pretty
Without red or eyeshadow
Is she as charming as you
That complexion others envy you for
Does she already have your lovely, perky breasts,
Your slim waist, tell me yes

Miss, is she like
You were, tell me
LS:
Like father, like daughter
RB:
Miss,
LS:
What do you want to know?
RB:
Is she like
LS:
You should see her,
She resembles you more than you think
RB:
Like father, like daughter

RB:
I want to know
If this little one is like you
Is she forgetful,
Selfish and carefree
Playful, joyful
Has she inherited that,
That happy amnesia
That makes you live each time
As if it were the first time.

Miss, is she like
You were in those times
LS:
Like father, like daughter
RB:
Miss,
LS:
Playful, joyful
RB:
Is she like
LS:
Happy fool
If that's what you think of me
RB:
Like father, like daughter

LS:
If that's what you think of me,
RB:
Like father, like...
LS:
Shut up!