Look at my body, my too white body
My tired eyes
My face creased by that long night
I’ve the body of a widower
My ugly muscles cling on
Like the ivy that would like to suffocate me
I’m bent-over under this long night
When I was I alive, I didn’t want that
Me, I wanted to be Eric Cantona
And score that goal against Sunderland
And raise my arms
It’s after making loving, we feel sad
A tragic sadness
I don’t know anymore if I love you
Perhaps you don’t love me anymore
While the water runs in the bathroom
And you don’t even sing
I think about the absurd life that gives and then kills
When I was I alive, I didn’t want that
Me, I wanted to be Eric Cantona
And score that goal against Sunderland
And raise my arms
You don’t love me anymore, you don’t love me anymore
Can you die like that
Just by banging your head against the wall
I look at my life, I look at my hands
Ugly, as if they had killed several times
I look into the distance, I only see this wall
When I was I alive, I didn’t want that
Me, I wanted to be Eric Cantona
And score that goal against Sunderland
And raise my arms