Je veux voir les gens vivants [English translation]

I want to see people who are alive,

Not well brought-up. . .

I want to see people love,

Love truly. . .

I want to see horrible people,

With rage in their bellies. . .

There's beauty in hatred. . .

There's beauty when there's bleeding. . .

I want to know people

Who are crazy with love, but dying. . .

I want to see jealous people

Crying for their futures. . .

I love these mad women

Who don't understand why. . .

It was so good yesterday, to sweat in these sheets. . .

I would like to be in their bodies, for this first caress. . .

Feeling wrongly guilty for loving this tenderness. . .

Adultery isn't important, it's their most beautiful distress. . .

There's no reason to cry about this *pleasurable sadness. . .

I want to see people shouting, betrayed by their heaven. . .

I want to see people crying, because the world enchants them. . .

I want to feel the pain of all these mad people, the insane, the jealous. . .

I want to fall into your arms, in your drunken sheets. . .

I want to see the whole world become blurred. . .

I want to know all these fucking excuses and become them. . .(?)

To feel myself, in my turn, to be the last of beings. . .

I want to see death, face to face, really straight in the eye. . .

I want to see Lucifer at my feet, making his confessions. . .

I want to feel everything, see everything. . .

I want to lie and believe everything. . .

Today, I'm bored, I feed my madness. . .

I want to see people who are alive,

Not well brought-up. . .

I want to see people love,

Love truly. . .

I want to see horrible people,

With rage in their bellies. . .

There's beauty in hatred. . .

There's beauty when there's bleeding. . .

I want to see living people,

I want to see people love,

I want to see horrible people. . .

There's beauty in hatred. . .

There's beauty when there's bleeding. . .

I want to see living people!

I want to see people love!