J'aime les oiseaux [English translation]

I like life, vitality.

I like the night and travelling.

Balanced, a free man,

I live in a rush

despite the weight of the world.

To manage it,

I've got myself

an iron glove

on my rebellious heart.

My head high in the air,

both feet on the ground.

Below -- the rats,

the touts,

the moaners,

the scoundrels,

the bandits in ties,

the times that tend too far to the right,

GI Joes.

I look up --

I love birds!

I love birds!

Below -- fools,

traffic tickets,

fucking insomnia,

overconsumption,

rotting in traffic,

eating blood sausage,

feeling everyone in panic,

on Monday mornings.

Below -- greed,

a good kick in the ass,

avidity,

raw onions,

demigods,

the pseudo-experts -- my arse! --

on TV, on the radio,

in the newspapers.

I love birds!

I love birds!

I don't like bad sounds,

phony surveys,

trolls who spit their venom

on everything, but who don't care about anything.

a girl whose feet smell,

potholes in the streets,

the times it doesn't rise

because I have done too much rumba.

The unsaid,

the howls in the night,

a botoxed smile,

an out-of-tune harp,

incompetent pedants,

little brats,

nor the great powerless

who make war in the names of gods.

I love birds!

I love birds!

Owls and penguins,

Blue jays and crows,

Woodpeckers, starlings,

Pigeons, sandpipers

even when they shit on my car hood.

They are the proof that the world is beautiful.