[Chorus]
She screamed "Help me, help me" for hours
But of course, we aren't hell, hell is the-

[Unique verse]
Hell is the others, the next door
Where there's a lot of noise but very little public, where concerts are done
Where songs are sung, that one likes to hear, songs to celebrate the bad agreement
That scares children, late at night, it's the noise of the plates that play the harmony
An anonymous singer crying her spleen
At some point, she collapses on the floor but no one applauds
To die on stage like Dalida, fuck that's sad

[Chorus]
She screamed "Help me, help me" for hours
But of course, we aren't hell, hell is the others
She screamed "Help me, help me" for hours
But of course, we aren't hell, hell is the others