Dans le bleu de l'absinthe [English translation]

Within economics,

Within metaphysics,

Within tired struggles,

I will never make it.

At the mercy of connections,

The millions, the questions.

Within the horde of medias,

I will never make it.

Between dawn and the end,

Within the lair of your hand,

Within the games of constraint,

Within the pains, the complaints.

Within contention,

Pretend rebellions,

Within the fake and the true,

Within security.

Please, don't leave me.

Do not leave me.

In the middle of the play,

Theatre of the Absurd.

The hows, tell me whys,

We'll never make it out.

Within the beauty of evil,

The beauty of the foul,

Under veils or crosses,

We'll never make it out.

Within the black of the venom,

What we are, we put on,

Within the blue of absinthe,

With the whores, with the saints,

We give and lose ourselves

Going over the lines,

Roaming under the storms,

Some day, the wreckage comes.

Between gold and hunger,

Holding on to your breast,

Within the heat of embrace,

Of our smashing flesh,

Within constellations

And sodominations,

Within the fake and the true,

Within the raw, the absract,

Please, don't leave me,

Right at the edge of dreams,

To die between your lips,

Under veils or crosses,

At the heart of the crime...

At the wind of connections,

(See how we sell ourselves?)

By the four horizons,

(See how they make us slaves?)

Within the fake and the true,

(Tell me, what do you say?)

Within the raw, the abstract,

(Tell me, what is the way?)

Please, don't leave me,

(In the face of trouble,)

Right at the edge of dreams,

(See how afraid we are?)

To die between your lips,

(And beg for absolution,)

Under veils or crosses

(Endlessly, religion...)

See how we sell ourselves?

See how they make us slaves?

Tell me, what do you say?

Tell me, what is the way?