Foule sentimentale
Alain Souchon
Sentimental Crowd
Oh la la la life in pink
The pink that is offered to us
To have quantities of things
That make us want other things
Ouch, they make us believe
That happiness is to have
To have it full in our closets
Ridiculous derisions of us, derisory because
Sentimental crowd
We thirst for the ideal
Attracted by the stars, the veils
Only non-commercial things
Sentimental crowd
We must see how they talk to us
How they talk to us
There emerges
From these cardboard boxes
People washed up, out of use
And sad and without any advantage
They inflict on us
Desires that afflict us
They take us, don't mess around as soon as we are born
For fools when we are
Sentimental crowds
With a thirst for the ideal
Attracted by the stars, the veils
Only non-commercial things
Sentimental crowd
We must see how they talk to us
How they talk to us
They give us Claudia Schieffer
They give us Paul-Loup Sulitzer
Oh the harm that can be done to us
And that ravages the woman
From the sky descends
A desire that excites us
For tomorrow our pale children
A better, a dream, a horse
Sentimental crowd
We thirst for the ideal
Attracted by the stars, the veils
Only non-commercial things
Sentimental crowd
We must see how they talk to us
How they talk to us
