Répondez-moi [English translation]

I live in a house with no balcony nor roof

Where there aren't even bees about the jam jars

There aren't even birds, nothing of nature

It's not even a house

I left in passing several words on the wall

Of the corridor descending to the carpark

Several words for the grand people

Not even insults

If anyone understood them

Answer me

My heart fears being walled up in your towers of ice

Condemned to the sound of trucks passing,

That [heart] which dreams of fields of stars, daffodil garlands

for hanging upon girls' shoulders

But in the morning you train yourself in running around your habits

And in the evening your forest of antennae are branched out towards solitude

And though the full moon would shine

Though the south wind would blow

You, you comprehend nothing

And as for me, I see your splendid dogs passing with eyes of ice

Carried on cushions which their owners would kiss

For hands to touch, it requires a password

For hands to touch

Answer me

My heart is afraid of getting stuck in so tiny a space

Condemned to the sound of trucks passing,

that [heart] which dreams of fields of stars and torrents of daffodils

To cover girls' shoulders

But the last of the fairies seeks her magic wand

My friend, the stream sleeps in a plastic bottle

The seasons have stopped at the feet of synthetic trees

There is nothing left but me

And as for me, I live in my house with no balcony nor roof

Where there aren't even bees about the jam jars

nor even birds, nor anything of nature

It is not even a house.