Pigalle [English translation]

I take a taxi, direction: Paris, Pigalle*, I'm starving

Boulevard Clichy, I search the night for the ideal place

Red light, moving heart, I feel my animal soul

I trap myself on the road in the 18th arrondissement, in a scandal

Point of no return, and whores everywhere, I search for absolution

Divan, Carmen, Machine, no matter what, I search for the sound

But Pigalle explodes my heartbeat again

But Pigalle explodes my heartbeat again

The light, the heat, the sweat of desire going past

And it pushes and it moves, I get bored at the queue** in the bar

Fragile lightning, wipe the future, hide the trace

Sudden bite, return to the opposite pavement

But Pigalle explodes my heartbeat again

But Pigalle explodes my heartbeat again

But Pigalle explodes my heartbeat again

But Pigalle explodes my heartbeat again

I'm mad about women, mad about sin, mad about Pigalle

I'm mad about women, mad about sin, mad about Pigalle

I swing my elbows in an infernal rhythm

Finally, I'm there, it's neuronal ecstasy

Hundreds of bodies in a musical orgy

More dreams, more messages, just sound and image

So, nothing to, nothing to do, I return into the crowd in the wave, Pigalle

So, nothing to, nothing to do, I return into the crowd in the wave, Pigalle

So, nothing to, nothing to do, I return into the crowd in the wave, Pigalle

No, nothing to, nothing to do, I return into the crowd in the wave