I saw in this song a vertigo, that of the passing years; the one experienced at the idea of what it means to "settle in life" when one feels on the margins of everything; the one experienced in front of a certain model of life as a couple and in society, of which one is unsure what sense it would make to conform to it. The double question "Is anything wrong? Oh, love, is anything right?“ becomes in French « Vois comme je fige, le monde me remplit d’effroi »/“See how I freeze, the world fills me with dread”: indeed, no longer knowing what is desirable for oneself, unable to form an idea about what is going wrong or right in the world, one can only freeze, prey to disarray and panic. The song remains in French an address to the loved one, a confession of fragility, the expression of pain in feeling out of synch with the world, feeling incapable of playing the game, as well as seized with doubts about what love could resolve of a tremor, of an embarrassment, of an incomprehension in front of what life is.