Le monarque des Indes [English translation]

More than a week spent together,

I don’t know what we look like.

The hours we spent in bed

Defeated our boredom

And made life more beautiful.

You weave fabric of joy

With your laughter, with your voice.

You set fire to my battles

I don’t know which will win:

My fear, my vertigo or my faith.

I don’t know where we’re going.

I keep telling myself that I shouldn’t

Try to understand where they lead,

The stories that are worth it.

Your nail polish is pretty,

Your bright eyes and also your beard.

I am silent, fascinated

By your movements animated with that soft manliness.

Your King-of-the-Indies mannerism

Should have already made me fear

This entire astonishing trip

Launched into the firmament;

I’m scared of hurting when I fall.

I don’t know where we’re going.

I keep telling myself that I shouldn’t

Try to understand where they lead,

The stories that are worth it.

Is it a passion of the body

Or love riding a swallow?

The distance which separates us

Makes us put off till later

The verdict, faced with our hopes.

You draw walls, ceilings;

I get drunk on songs.

Separated by an ocean,

We walk on a line of silver.

I would like to be giant.

I don’t know where we’re going.

I keep telling myself that I shouldn’t

Try to understand where they lead,

The stories that are worth it.