Homa [English translation]

I’ll let the low tides show me just to my house

I’ll beg the time that is passing to stop passing over there

The night is young, is what they say, nonsense

The night is old and perishable, it’s non-flammable

Homa, my house that’s burning

I’m smoking my skin

Hochelaga* invites me to her house, to watch me die of shame

There is stuff to drink and to smoke but there,

There is nothing to think about

A gold medal tumour has devored my Olympic hopes

I don’t dare to go outside anymore,

I’m afraid of losing myself there again

Homa, my house that’s burning

I’m smoking my skin