Rien ne se perd, rien ne se crée [English translation]

With the tip of my fingers

I try to wake up

A sleeping cockroach

Just at the foot of my bed

Uselessly I pinched very hard

But he won’t get up anymore

I think that it’s finished

For my new friend

Would he be dead there

Where his heart wanted to be

My queen tells me very quietly

Don't worry

Nothing dies

Nothing is created

In our world

Everything is calculated

Nothing dies

Nothing is created

In my kingdom of flies

I no longer grimace

I know that sooner or later

Someone will take my place

I am attempting from now on

To enjoy it

Forgive all those

Who try

To swallow me

To devour me

Nothing dies

Nothing is created

In our world

Everything is calculated

Nothing dies

Nothing is created

We will go there

Where we must go

It’s perfect like that

Yes we will go there

Where we must go

It’s perfect for me