C'est Bien, C'est Mal
Elsa
It's Good, It's Bad
Like a heart murmur
Like a roll of the dice
This idea
Life is dying for us
And it's not worth
Being yelled at
We know it all by ourselves
We know it all by ourselves
No words, no morals
It's good, it's bad
Normal, not normal
All that one must be
Or not be
Life is a ball
It's good, it's bad
We don't really care
We only have time to be alive
Is it legal?
Poverty, war
The great assassins
The little saints
The earth in hell
No need to draw us a picture
The world is alone
We know it all by ourselves
We know it all by ourselves
It's good, it's bad
Everything else is banal
To discover deep down that the horizon
Is horizontal
To drink this, see that
Not to smoke that
Not to say this, but to think that
Perfect scandal
Like a heart murmur, this idea
Life like a roll of the dice
Time passes and will do without us
Three little words on a pebble, that's all
It's good, it's bad
Morality sleeps
Everything you must be or not be
Where is the signal?
It's good, it's bad
Written or spoken
We're not accepted, we've disappointed
We don't really care
Believe this, believe that
Otherwise, it's fatal
All that one must be or not be
Where is the signal?
Do this, do that
Life is a ball
We only have time to be alive
Is it legal?
