On se tourne autour [English translation]

And our hands getting broken on closed doors,

Our cheeks freezing when we strike a pose

Our fingers getting scratched against the roses' colour,

And your legs opening up to another's warmth

Our eyes hiding away behind the bruises,

Our voices draping themselves into that which contradicts them, and I looked for the splinter, the cause of the pains,

But your bed will remain my last grave

We circle, circle, circle each other

As for me, I turn, turn the other cheek

There is no magic here, there is no poetry, but

There is no violence here, some pages we've torn out

Stardust in my left pocket,

Paintings of you, or well, some sketches

I will burn my dirty laundry before you can knock me down,

Before the furnace of our bodies calms and warms me

From atop the dunes, the moon is the goal

Comets are flying by and burning up, I'm burning up

Our bodies fading under the cover of darkness

You will come and put me out in the clamour of the world

We circle, circle, circle each other

As for me, I turn, turn the other cheek

There is no magic here, there is no poetry, but

There is no violence here, some pages we've torn out

There is no magic here, there is no poetry, but

There is no violence here, some pages we've torn out

We circle, circle, circle each other

As for me, I turn, turn the other cheek

There is no magic here, there is no poetry, but

There is no violence here, some pages we've torn out