La différence [English translation]

The difference

The one that bothers

A preference, a mood,

A circumstance

Two bodies close to each other

Disagreeing

With those who think too much,

Morals over everything else

Their skin will never marvel at the differences

They look alike, touch on another,

Like those two dancing men

Without ever speaking

Without ever screaming

They love each other in silence

Without ever lying or turning back

They trust each other

If only you knew how much they don't care

About those insults

They prefer love, especially true love

To our whispers

They often talk

Of other people

Who love each other so much

Who love each other, as we say, "normally"

Of this child

So absent

Of this blood disease that runs

And kills so freely

Their eyes will never stray by carelessness

They recognize each other, tame each other

Like these two dancing women

Without ever speaking

Without ever screaming

They love each other in silence

Without ever lying or turning back

They trust each other

If only you knew how much they don't care

About those insults

They prefer love, especially true love

To our whispers

From Verlaine to Rimbaud,

When you think about it,

We tolerate exceptional difference

Without ever speaking

Without ever screaming

They love each other in silence

Without ever lying or turning back

They trust each other

If only you knew how much they don't care

About those insults

They prefer love, especially true love

To our whispers

The difference,

When you think about it,

But what's the difference?