J'écume [English translation]

Off the coast the barges warp in the rolling

Here one cooks in the water bath

With one blow I wash you with one blow you dry me

Here one is digging

One is disgusted

And the seagulls are delighting

In our anecdotes

Off the coast the barges warp in the rolling

Here one follows bikinis

On strike days the sand gets bored

One lounges

In the great surfaces

There where the oils are pressed

And the periwinkles (uk-winkles)

I foam

I catch a cold

I have only one idea

To sneeze

To turn you over in the canoe

To be the last to drag on

On your languid body

Off the coast the barges warp in the rolling

Here one rejoices in the lapping

At the edge of the sea in my jacuzzi

From the first jet

I have kept everything

Then I have blended

The light and the spicy

I foam

I catch a cold

I have only one idea

To sneeze

To turn you over in the canoe

To be the last to drag on

On your languid body

I foam

I foam

I catch a cold