I have the impression that Jenni is struggling with herself and has been for too long
In public she acts like everyone else, she keeps face
She gives off an image of a carefree girl, comfortable in her skin, fulfilled
But if you observe her more closely
You quickly understand that it's not really like that
Because she overdoes it, she speaks loudly
As if she was trying to cover the noise that resonates in her own head
And then there's something in her features
In the expressions on her face, in her dark circles and forced smile
That she fights to display
She gives off an impression of fatigue and weariness
It's as if her gaze was veiled
And that her pretty eyes had lost their sparkle
She must have been disappointed or hurt by a guy
Maybe even several for that matter
And she hasn't gotten over it since
Unconsciously she probably even punishes herself for what happened
Even though she has everything going for her, everything going for her

What can you do?
What can you do?
What do you think you can do?
What can you do?
You can already take her in your arms and tell her "it's okay, it's okay, it's okay"
You can take her in your arms
And tell her that the day will inevitably rise at least once
You can take her in your arms
And tell her that the day will inevitably rise at least once
Inevitably at least once

Same for this kid I crossed the other day next to Zara
At first he was from behind
That's why I first thought it was a girl
He had such thin legs
And a girl's butt, long hair and a handbag
It's when he turned around that I saw it was a guy
A kid actually, he must have been 17 at most
He was laughing with his girlfriends
They seemed to be making fun of someone from their high school
To whom something had happened I don't know what but
In his gaze, in his gaze
There was a real distress that would make your heart jump
A pain that he himself probably didn't fully evaluate
You could tell he was overdoing it on purpose
It was engraved in his pupils, that he was really struggling
And that he felt he was going to struggle a lot
He must have been hit, mistreated, even run over for all I know
I wondered if he wasn't one of those teenagers
Who serve as toys for others, stronger or older

What can you do?
What can you do?
What do you think you can do?
What can you do?
You can already take him in your arms and tell him "it's okay, it's okay, it's okay"
You can take him in your arms
And tell him that the day will inevitably rise at least once
You can take him in your arms
And tell him that the day will inevitably rise at least once
Inevitably at least once, eh

I could also tell you about people
That you definitely know because there are thousands of them
And we all have one like that in our close circle
When it's not under our clothes
This friend who gets wasted as soon as he has a chance
Who gets trashed just as much on weekdays as on weekends
With beer, coke, strong alcohol, stupid videos
Who collapses in cars
Who gets bruises when he falls because he's too sick

We all know a person who has too much kindness
Who is too fragile to sleep or bear the world without substance
Someone who was born crying out
But who feels all alone in the fight
We all know a person everyone worries about
But to whom you dare not say anything or not enough
Because it's hard to talk about these things
And then you rightly think
But who am I to judge?
You're right

What can you do?
What can you do?
What do you think you can do?
What can you do?
You can already take them in your arms and tell them "it's okay, it's okay, it's okay"
You can take them in your arms
And tell them that the day will inevitably rise at least once
You can take them in your arms
And tell them that the day will inevitably rise at least once
Inevitably at least once

As for me, I'm not too cocky either you know
Because with girls it's not necessarily the simplest thing
Because I'm more than capable of getting myself into big messes on demand
Because I'm not the best when it comes to communication
Because I have a tolerance to fear and anxiety that approaches zero
So I write texts in the light of the screen
When I come home drunk to my parents at night
But sometimes it's not enough, it's not enough

What can you do?
What can you do?
What do you think you can do?
What can you do?
You can already take me in your arms and tell me "it's okay, it's okay, it's okay"
You can take me in your arms
And tell me that the day will inevitably rise at least once
You can take me in your arms
And tell me that the day will inevitably rise at least once
Inevitably at least once
You can take me in your arms
And tell me that the day will inevitably rise at least once
You can take me in your arms
And tell me that the day will inevitably rise at least once, inevitably at least once

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