Les Écorchés [English translation]

Take me out to dance

In the undergrounds

Of crazed cities

Since there are in these

Places as many dreams

As when we sleep

And we're not sleeping now

So let's writhe

Here and there

And let's meet downstairs*

Since we get tired of everything

Why do we embrace each other?

For those who were flayed alive

We're bearing marks of abuse

Come on, bury me

Throw me over every board

But stay

A little longer

After the end has arrived

I didn't light the fuse

It's Lautréamont

Who presses me

In the deserts

Where he preaches

Where mass is held

In front of nothing

For the flayed

Hold me tight again

Smother me if you can

You, who knows where,

After a subtle hint,

Screws were pushed in...

Chorus

Oh, but it's all good

We have some bruises in common**

They save us

And all our mutual interests

In our teeth

And pieces of our skin

Scattered here and there

In random corners

Don't stop shaking

It's how I recognize you

Even if you had better

Shake a little less than me.

Take me away, take me away

We must be able

To make the other red

And even if

We rush

We should be able to see

White light, white heat

Come on, bury me

Throw me over every board

Just one more push

And we'll be once again,

Calm and quiet

Calm and quiet

Hold me tight again

Hold me tight again

Smother me if you can

Hold me tight again***

We, the flayed alive

We bear the marks of the abuse

The flayed alive

We feel the screws inside