Notre-Dame de Mélancolie [English translation]

Our Lady Melancholy

Here I am, before you

As the night falls

While it embraces with her arms

Some drunkards on the bank of the Seine

Who remind me of my drunkenness

Like the tide to the song of sorrows

Which comes to tell you about sadness

Our Lady Melancholy

I come to speak to you about Loves

To speak to you about my eyes which flee

Ever since I’ve been expecting your return

The one which took my heart

And devoured it like a vampire

I’m only left with pain

Only the pain of its memory

Beautiful Paris, cursed Paris

Tell me, what is Paris without you?

An old novel that is hardly read

A very sad museum, I think

And I the sad crying devil

And I the tiger who am afraid

Who am there like a poor heart

And I who no longer know what time it is

I waited for her at the place

But my love didn’t come

And since everyday, time ruins

What we said to each other, what we believed

I had a bouquet of black brambles

Because I'm well aware that they love it

Those shipwrecked in despair

Who make my eyes tear, you see

So I offer them to the passers-by

By telling them that they are for you

Since if I could do it again

I would have taken some nettles, I think

So I offer them my brambles

But the passers do not want it

I strongly believe it’s not the era

In which one offers flowers to their neighbor

Our Lady Melancholy

He is an Emperor on his knees

Who before his destroyed empire

Tried to get back on his feet

To bid farewell to the past

And also to tell God:

Forever how I will love you

As it is written in the heavens

I am Napoleon, I think

And my Saint-Helen is my life

So here I am, before you

Our Lady Melancholy

For love can only be cured

When another love has been found

And I who have only ever found wars at the sound of the drum

And you the messenger of Heaven

Of the wretchedness of our lives

Our confidential Lady

I will return onto the Parvis

One day to burn a candle there

Or who knows, maybe to embrace

To embrace the bottom of a virgin

Our Lady Melancholy

You know the churches, the mosques

The synagogues and all the temples

And all the sons of the Templars

From ignorance to the will God

In order to better sell to those in despair

For the merchants of despair

Surely, there is money to be made

Our Lady Melancholy

Say, how much blood on your hands?

To think that the Good Lord here

From the Devil is only the harlot

Prostitutions on the altar

Spirituality, my foot

It’s nothing spiritual

In the theatre of two-faced bastards

Our lady of tyrannies

Our Lady collaboration

Our Lady of all nations

And Our Lady disillusion

The son of God and of Mary

And of the pious hearts in Paradise

I, the pious one planted in its heart

And my heart fades into oblivion

Our Lady Melancholy

You know it, better than anyone else

Then you only have to see how Jesus cried

Yes, since God abandons us

May we all end up on a cross

That of life or that made of wood

Before returning to the earth

Which is our only Good Lord, I believe

Our Lady Melancholy

Say, since God does not exist

You know that when I get home in the morning

I look at your bottom sometimes

So I ask the gargoyles

The mouths of the barking devils

How the ignorance of Men

Could build something as beautiful as you

Our Lady Melancholy

From Moselle or even from Paris

Since the century is religious

Tell me what is our business here?

Tell me for the sake of we the wretched ones

The wretched ones, like he says

And I who do not believe in God

Our Lady Melancholy

Our Lady Melancholy

There you have it, my Love is gone

Since she did not even come

Even before she departed

Tell me what good your God is to me

If he separates me from my Love

If he always makes our eyes tear

Acid beads on velvet

Our Lady Melancholy

If I’m only left with the Seine

Where I should cast my darkest nights

Where I should drown my sorrow

If I’m only left with the bridge

To throw myself down like the thousands of people

Who threw themselves down learning

That they had not met you

Our Lady of Melancholy

You know your God, your religions

Our Lady I thank you

For no longer alluding

To that in order to slay hearts

Then to slay loves

Say, you only have to see a little how

The farewells are at the crossroads

Our Lady Melancholy

You know I had already come

I had come to see Mary

I had spoken to statues

I wanted to take her to see Broadway

But Mary did not come

So here I am again crying

Before you, to the lost loves

Our Lady Melancholy

You are nobody’s lady

All these poor people who pray to you

These poor hearts which are giving up

Who come to pray for good gods

Who come and become weary of your silence

In order to come there and groan a little

About all sufferings of mankind

Our Lady, no, you are not a lady

You will be my damsel

Your words are whispered to the gargoyles

You will be my confidante

You will be just another wall

Damn, my old lady, how beautiful you are

You, the thing Man did right

I believe, so they can get closer to heaven

Then you will be my young lady

You will be my bitch I think

Like the kids who like to piss

Behind your bottom sometimes

But it makes me cry

Always floods of sadness

When I sometimes speak with God

When I sometimes sing the Mass

Me, I have no gods, trust me

Me, I only have a beating heart

Me, I believe strongly, that I have only me

Always crucified on the Cross

I who have no religion

Ever present as the horizon

To profess love to this human

Yes, my pearls cast before swine

Our Lady Melancholy

Here I am, getting married before you

The Sad to the Melancholy

What’s to breath down here

I am here, poor heart of the devil

Son of the Sinner, and son of nothing

I am here, poor heart of Christ

To soften man’s heart

Here I am, orphan of the gods

Here I am, son of the Earth

I who have never known how to love

I think about nothing else but my Brother

I who have committed every sin

I who am afraid of Hell fire

I who have come to understand for quite a while now

That hell is to live on Earth

Yes, we are not travel companions

You are all disgusted

Yes, your holy water only drips in

My home when I go to piss

No I ask nothing of you

Only be careful of those

Who have lost on the way

Their love on the cross