Et je l'appelle encore [English translation]

When I got the taste for sparks and surges,

A pretty girl turned an insurgent.

If all of my attachments were around,

Among my friends, among my lovers and my loves.

Those who killed that innocence of mine,

Caused my body pain and its decline.

I used to laugh and now I cry

With no weapons I'll get by

I'll stand...

I'll stand my ground and

Fight them hand to hand.

For advice on what to do,

Who to call, I always knew:

My mom.

And I still call her some.

Down on my knees, attacked to no end,

Against all I had again to stand.

Run away... I guess I could have,

But betraying others is surreal.

It's not a newsreel.

It's life, the real deal.

Up for war or just a brawl,

And this time I will not call

My mom.

But I still call her some.

And I still call her some .

To be mute's not right,

I'm normal... well, not quite.

To escape the fire

And getting burns, that would be dire.

When my life was like a fine novella,

I'd see the swallows... yes, the umbrellas.

Then, a bitter taste that lasts forever,

Among my friends, among my lovers and my loves.

When I got the taste for sparks and surges,

A pretty girl turned an insurgent.

If all of my attachments were around,

Among my friends, among my lovers and my loves.