Elle viendra quand-même [English translation]

[Intro]

Death don't give a fuck of your life

If you don't made your bag, it will pick you anyway

I want to believe in miracles, the magic tricks

But it's only a little bit of trick, and many staging

Death don't give a fuck of your life ...

Death don't give a fuck of your life ...

[Unique Verse]

Often the coldness of the truth comes to kiss me

Nothing makes sense we can only watch time pass

There's no longer, I don't even imagined myself really die

But the more the hourglass runs out, and the less it seems abstract

Anxious, at night the cold blood

The hardest thing is not the nightmare, it's the next moment

This is the moment of clarity

Where I'm convinced that there is nothing more than a big gap when it comes to take you

People fully into the daily grind

Their end, how come they accept it as well?

Everything seems absurd, almost ironic

Living a square way, as if dying was the logical continuation

It haunts me to become Gothic

I read Scientific Chronicles, see Advanced bionic body

The Big Bang, the evolution, the prehistoric men

Facing the mystical, esoteric, cosmic delusions

Choose your route: between Kurt Cobain and Buddha

Two ways to attain Nirvana

Every time I look at the stars, I think: "Don't hope

It's only gas, so make a wish in front of your plasma "

And I think of it most of the time, maybe because I smoke since fifteen years

Maybe because I spit blood

Helpless, if God doesn't exist I brew wind

If God exists, I don't find it really reassuring

It's written in black and white

In big tournament of the Paradise we will certainly go, not even on the bench

I have trouble believing the Bible, even though I like his teachings

Death is the final, sleep is the training

I fear the Reaper, the King of Shadows

Fear of the second hand, the speed at which pass the second

Before leaving we will ask me accounts, I prepare the answer

I repair my tiles before the roof collapse

The more I approach happiness, the more I fear it may come

As if I was afraid of being blind after the Sun goes out

Are my beliefs and my thoughts are mine?

Or I remain influenced by 2,000 years of Christian education?

Too much ego to believe that the Earth rotates without my presence

But I remember that I don't remember of before my birth

I believe in the sixth sense, in sub psychotropic visions

I think that your brain break when you stress or that you took too much drugs

I believe only in the truth of microscopes

The one that says that everything is over when there's not mountains on the oscilloscope anymore

I wish I had the hope to believe in the supernatural

Having the comfort to defer to the grace of Heaven

My grandfather got moisture on each apple

Because he knows the cruelty of being part of the human race

There will be no tunnel, no light, no river, no angel after it takes you

And yet it will come anyway