Plus vite que ton corps [English translation]

As if you wanted to go forth faster than your body

Your head leaning forward, your feet stuck in quicksand

As if your eyes have lost their light a thousand years before their time

You stay with your mouth wide open facing the wind

(But the storm arrives

The birds scatter*)

Your birthday cannot

Be celebrated on a day like this

(But the storm arrives

The birds scatter)

The countdown will be done

Another day, another month

But you don't have to worry

If happiness doesn't want you

If every time you open your arms

Everything seems to collapse around you

No, you don't have to worry

Justice will be had sooner or later

Then one day the sun will shine again

For you

Happiness never comes without pain

Life is always armed with its share of hatred

As if you wanted to go forth faster than your body

Your head leaning forward, your feet stuck in quicksand

As if your eyes have lost their light a thousand years before their time

You stay with your mouth wide open facing the wind