La pudeur [English translation]

What use is it

to pretend,

as they say...

A raindrop

and it's over.

A gust of

wind

and everything is blown apart.

Moreover,

your composure

and your gestures

tell it all.

Your

silences are an evidence.

It's like it were written there,

evident,

obvious.

Do you at least believe

you could change

one day?

To see it and

let it

go, I'm not

much inclined to.

Your

threats, your tantrums

and your soliloquies

do not

overawe me.

Before the

lack of

spirit

kills you,

before the hull

breaks to pieces,

I'll come around

and kick your rump.

Do you at least believe you could

change

one day?

In your eyes this glint

gives away the terror.

Your mood, your

temper,

what could it be but modesty?

All these questions,

oh were you ever asked them?