Text: Emilie Simon. The Big Machine. Fools Like Us.

En parallele je vivais dans un estomac de baleine
Une sombre cavite de porcelaine
Je n?avais pas remarque toutes ces chaines attachees a mes poignets

You call the shots
You state the rules
You now the players and the players play it cool
You can?t complain
You can?t make a fuss
There?s only one turn of the cards for fools like us
You turne the wheel
You throw the dice
You know the play and it ain?t always nice

But you can?t complain
You can?t make a fuss
There?s only one turn of the cards for fools like us


Je sens qu?ils m?appellent oui je sais qu?ils voudraient mon ame et mes veines
Meme loin d?eux j?entends le chant des sirenes
Je n?ai pas pu oublier que dans cette arene on ne joue que pour gagner


You call the shots
You state the rules
You now the players and the players play it cool
But you can?t complain
You can?t make a fuss
There?s only one turn of the cards for fools like us

You turne the wheel
You throw the dice
You know the play and it ain?t always nice
But you can?t complain
You can?t make a fuss
There?s only one turn of the cards for fools like us

You can?t complain
You can?t make a fuss
There?s only one turn of the cards for fools like us