Bruit De Fonds - Françoise Hardy

Il me parle des autres, je lui parle de lui

Il me parle d’ailleurs, je lui parle d’ici

Et je parle, et je parle mais lorsque vient son tour

Ou bien il ne dit rien, ou répond à côté

Et il est mon mur de pierre et je suis son bruit de fond

Comme je sais très mal ce qui lui fait du bien

Souvent je suis en train de lui faire du mal

Je veux le retenir, il est déjà parti

Il veut me faire plaisir et empire les choses

Et il est mon mur de pierre et je suis son bruit de fond.

He talks to me about others, I talk to him about him

He speaks to me from elsewhere, I speak to him from here

And I talk, and I talk but when it's his turn

Either he doesn't say anything, or answers on the side

And he's my stone wall and I'm his background noise

How I know very little what makes him feel good

Often I'm hurting her

I want to hold him, he's already gone

He wants to please me and makes it worse

And he is my stone wall and I am his background noise.