Le brun et le blond

In my little life, there are two guys
One's a brunette and the other's a blonde
They both love me in their own way
The brunette seems sad and serious
And the blonde laughs with all his might
I think I like the brunette more
He's younger, he's better looking
He's got a nice skin tone
A pure heart, full of beautiful things

But the blonde just has to show up
With his goofy grin
It's for him that I want to look good
The brunette talks to me so seriously
About his love, about his troubles
With a beautiful voice that sings
He says he’d surely kill himself
If I didn’t love him all the time
Or if one day I was mean
It impresses me, it feels so strange
It's really him who plays the leading role
No doubt about it, he's the one who loves me

When I talk to the blonde about suicide
He says, "No way, are you kidding?"
But I still like to kiss him anyway
It happened in the middle of August
We didn’t understand a thing
He came over to drink some beer
When he finished his pint
We heard a little "thud"
Oh, the barmaid was not happy!
He was there, as cool as can be
With a tiny hole in his forehead
My God, what a silly story

It was my blonde who had left
Leaving me a little note written
"I've laughed enough. See ya, little head."