La folie douce -

Dans ses p?

riodes d’incertitude

Couvrant le bruit de l’eau du bain,

Lorsqu’il brode ses vicissitudes

Et son ennui presque trop bien

Il entend r?

der des brigades

Invisibles devant sa porte,

D?

barquent sous forme d’escouade,

Insistant pour qu’il sorte.

A lui qui bride ses habitudes

Pour que sa vie n’aille pas trop loin

Pour que le vide et l’attitude

Ne puissent le surprendre un matin,

Ca lui fait dr?

le, c’est un peu rude

In his p?

periods of uncertainty

Covering the sound of bath water,

When he embroiders his vicissitudes

And its bored almost too well

He hear?

of the brigades

Invisible outside his door,

D?

boat in the form of a squad,

Insisting him out.

To him who bridles his ways

So that his life doesn't go too far

So that emptiness and attitude

Can't surprise him one morning,

It makes him dr?

le, it's a little rough