Les Infidèles [English translation]

Our love's writing says, can you hear it?

Who passes the bodies in the trenches of time

There's wetness in our eyes, will we make a fire?

The flames enter our arms, will you come back?

We are all at the table gorging on wine

But who can keep the blood between our hands?

The breasts of holy women who offer us their bodies

And the body of the devil from times of assassins

I'll be on the roads, will you follow me?

I'm going between the drops, will you get wet?

The boats consumed by the warmth of yourself

And it's sure that in the bottom of the eyes we see hope

That the whores of the west join those of the north

That my jubilant body holds the devil

I sing from my heart the sadness and joy of finally living

Under the fireworks, to surfaces that are too beautiful

I, I am for the whores and the unfaithful

Much more than for priests, much more than for nuns

The cursed are the ones who want love to stay calm

At the meetings down below, we'll see who burns

Our faces are beautiful, 'til they're without the Master

At the table of kings, there is always bloody sex

No need fighting, they burn on their own

In the straw fire in the manure, before they die

I'm leaving for my hells, I'm leaving, but relax

It will be good for me to return them my weapons

I'll just sell my soul to some junk dealers

To your flesh, to your health, I drink

I'll piss on your graves, I'll spit and I'll fuck

Whether we fuck on my grave or piss on it

I hope it always has the smell of joyous girls

The warmth of these bitches that makes Aprils

That makes dogs chase girl's asses

Go back to your wine, 'cause our bodies are screwed

Go give your boobs, so our mouths are full

Forever, to the sky, we make love

What goes for men sometimes is better for their gods

I'll piss on your graves, I'll spit, I'll fuck

With those who want to and with men if I need to

Like a middle finger that rises in front of manners

And we'll hold it up high, just to say goodbye to god