science | March 17, 2026

Stromae Santé Lyrics English Translation

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To those who don't have one

To those who don't have one

Rosa, rosa

When we mess up, you clean up

And you, Albert

When we toast, you pick up the glasses

Céline, bataire

You, you take jackets to the locker room

Arlette, stop

You spend the party in the toilet

What if we celebrated those who do not celebrate

For once, I'd like to raise a glass to those who don't have one.

To those who don't have one

What are good manners?

Why would I pretend?

Anyway she gets paid to do it

Do you think you are my mother?

In an hour I'll be back, let it be clean

That we can eat on the floor

Three hours I'm waiting, frankly

He makes them or what?

Fortunately it's only two glasses

Call me your manager

And hurry, it could end like this your career

Yes, let's celebrate those who don't celebrate

Again, I'd like to raise a glass to those who don't have one.

To those who don't have one

To those who don't have one

Rubbing, rubbing

Better not to do it

Rubbing, rubbing

If you don't know me

Brush, brush

You can always

Brush, brush

If you don't respect me

Yes, let's celebrate those who don't celebrate

Again, I'd like to raise a glass to those who don't have one.

To those who don't have one

Airplane pilots or nurses

Truck drivers, flight attendants

Bakers or fishermen

A drink to the champions of the worst hours

Young parents lulled by tears

To insomniacs by profession

And all those who suffer from heartbreak

Who do not have the heart at the celebrations

Who do not have the heart at the celebrations

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