14 décembre [English translation]

14th December, from 5 to 7

Strong west wind, the city trembles

Five quaaludes, seven percocets

I go back to sleep among the ashes

Crosses and crusaders

If this evening is war, I'm ready

I've got the most beautiful weapons in the whole army

I'll take no prisoners

Evening after evening

Dexedrine and dollars

Night after night

My life

Under a heavy bombardment of glances

Evening after evening

Fourteenth night of December

The moon opens a lysergic eye

My dark-windowed taxi

Speeds along automatically, as if without a driver

Crosses and crusaders

At the end of a long corridor

The music reigns like a golden idol

To which humans cling ridiculously

Evening after evening

A thousand thousand small departures

Night after night

My life

Under a barrage of glances

Evening after evening

Evening after evening

Ten billion little departures

Night after night

My life

Under a barrage of glances

Evening after evening