Debout sur ma tête [English translation]

My love in progress chose the worse

What made me laugh

What made me come

What makes me suffer

What makes me die

What would you say if I was standing on my head?

Like a king who's tired

Of having walked so long

The water flowing on my fingers

Like a canivorous flower

A flower which swallows everything

Which swallows every kingdom

Even the most beautiful kingdoms

Even the greatest kingdoms

What would you say if I was standing on my head?

Like a king who's tired

Of having walked so long

You, who stole everything away from me

Stole away all of my kingdom

Come on, keep everything

And turn it into a tree on which we ejaculate

Gobs of regrets

What would you say if I was standing on my head?

Spitting on the passer-bys

Who don't understand

Who don't understand

That I'm tired

Tired of walking

Tired of blowing

To warm up my kingdom

My way too beautiful kingdom

My way too great kingdom