Description
A quiet song about pride that still hurts and tenderness that pretends to have passed. The moon here is not romantic, but a polite companion, one who listens but does not save. The words are soft, almost childlike, but inside there is the weariness of an adult who is ashamed of still hoping.
It sounds like the night after a quarrel: when there is nothing left to prove, but thoughts still return to “what if.” Everything is simple and beautiful, like a shirt that still smells of the past. And let the moon laugh, because someone has to - if not cry, then at least laugh at love that never learns to disappear quietly.
Lyrics and translation
Original
J'ai demandé à la lune
Et le soleil ne le sait pas
Je lui ai montré mes brûlures
Et la lune s'est moquée de moi
Et comme le ciel n'avait pas fière allure
Et que je ne guérissais pas
Je me suis dit quelle infortune
Et la lune s'est moquée de moi
J'ai demandé à la lune
Si tu voulais encore de moi
Elle m'a dit "J'ai pas l'habitude
De m'occuper des cas comme ça"
Et toi et moi
On était tellement sûr
Et on se disait quelques fois
Que c'était juste une aventure
Et que ça ne durerait pas
Je n'ai pas grand chose à te dire
Et pas grand chose pour te faire rire
Car j'imagine toujours le pire
Et le meilleur me fait souffrir
J'ai demandé à la lune
Si tu voulais encore de moi
Elle m'a dit "J'ai pas l'habitude
De m'occuper des cas comme ça"
Et toi et moi
On était tellement sûr
Et on se disait quelques fois
Que c'était juste une aventure
Et que ça ne durerait pas
English translation
I asked the moon
And the sun doesn't know it
I showed him my burns
And the moon laughed at me
And since the sky didn't look good
And I wasn't healing
I said to myself what misfortune
And the moon laughed at me
I asked the moon
If you still wanted me
She told me "I'm not used to it
To take care of cases like that"
And you and me
We were so sure
And we said to each other a few times
That it was just an adventure
And it wouldn't last
I don't have much to tell you
And not much to make you laugh
Because I always imagine the worst
And the best makes me suffer
I asked the moon
If you still wanted me
She told me "I'm not used to it
To take care of cases like that"
And you and me
We were so sure
And we said to each other a few times
That it was just an adventure
And it wouldn't last