I often woke up before sunrise, before leaving the hotel
Squeezed into my double-breasted suit
So often, I kept my vicissitude and my vices
My turmoils, my staggers, my depravation
And the horror of a past memory to myself
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I waited in vain
For the entire world to acclaim me
For it to declare its love for me
In a top of the range orgy
Padam padam padam padam pam pam
I often thought I was better than everyone else, I made double faults
Double dry gin, double dose, double draught with others' women
More often than the average man did I drink the vultures' blood
I believed in the people around me
Who dream of happiness
But don't give a damn about yours
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Yes, in the spotlight, I so often dreamt of glitter, long is the path
Leading to bankruptcy in almost every domain
Yes, often, I had dark, grey, magenta, coffee grounds, eau-de-vie thoughts1
The art of living without anyone to love you
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Padam padam padam padam pam pam
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1. This is a pun on 'broyer du noir', an expression meaning 'to have dark thoughts', and 'broyer du café', 'to grind coffee beans'.