L'Enfer [English translation]

We want some of the fragile speed

Of flowers at all red lights to slow down our adrenaline

Through mighty fights of caffeine

The splendid parade of airwaves [that] we swallow to excess

Without a word, without a protest

One may believe in a new era

In the wake of men [whom] reason has always disregarded

/Variant: In the wake of men forever impervious to reason/

One may even play deaf

Weep over crumbling palaces, but not deserts painted red

We let ourselves fall to our knees /Variant: We dropped to our knees/

We got mired, up to our necks

But a word from you for my trouble

My paranoia on your lips

But alleluia the wind’s getting up

In the hell where I go for a walk

Nebulae in our heads explode

Have you tasted the latest novelty death offers?

At the bodies-on-exhibition market

It’s the old people, whose sex-appeal is more than dubious, that take their pick

We let ourselves fall to our knees

We got bogged down, up to our necks

But a word from you for my grief

My paranoia on your lips

But alleluia the wind’s getting up

In the hell where I keep watch on us

I gave up my life to share yours

Now skinned alive I wake up

But a word from you for my sentence

My paranoia on your lips

But alleluia the wind’s getting up

This hell is all I’m left with