Le magnétisme des amants [English translation]

Each one of the falling seconds

Comes back to sever the ligament

Before the minutes melt completely

The sweethearts will turn to diamonds

When the suns get soaked up with

The lovers' magnetism

It is the inquisitors who fear

The arrival of new feelings

If the metamorphic suns

Burn with all their yokels, too

We will turn our microscopical joys

Into diamond fortresses

For they will become our armors

To dazzle the dissidents

For us, they will make the walls which

Hold captive the feelings fall down

I will lay down on the shore

What I have left of living love

Before people raise their eyes

We will leave on the ocean

When the suns go out

Between the bodies of two lovers

It's happiness which is bleeding,

A lily between its teeth