Coiffeur d'oiseaux [English translation]

I met a strange girl

Calling herself feather-dresser

She was hiding herself in the tree branches

She was catching all the birds

She was cutting lot of forms

Anyhow in their wings

With her sewing scissors

And a pretty little comb

So birds started

To fly a little lopsided

And they were banging in the branches

And they were banging in each others

Some were smashing on the ground

Landing upside down

One of them in the wheel of a bike

Like harpooned in the rays

Was looking like a headdress

of indian chief, bloody !

No more hair cuts

For the birds

No more hair cuts

For the birds...