Sonotone [English translation]

I've got wrinkles and bags under my eyes

Salt and pepper hair and arthrosis is mad at me

Every check-up is worse than before

I've got a senior card and pension, I'm old

White coats are examining my piss

Checking my prostate, telling me about old people's homes

Kids in the bus let me have their seat

Ha, ha, and when I leave

They speak in slang like "Check out the old timer"

If those words are pickaxes, they're digging my grave

But I have to stand straight despite my back

My scoliosis and this fucking lumbago

I was eminent, quality

I worked hard, was respected

From juvenile to retired

I haven't made the most of it, I've wasted my life

So now what ? You want me to go jogging ?

Make up for those years with bodybuilding ?

Use anti-wrinkle made with porcine fat ?

Looking clean with some peeling and lifting

Sounds fake, I want fire and shape

Distort this monotonous and dismal world

Like every spring drives me to autumn

To a Sonotone, I'm losing this Sonotone

I'm losing this Sonotone (x16)

I'm ready to summon evil forces

To invertebrate the verb with my lips

To become the one that used to gambol in the grass

I raise my left hand and announces with eloquence

To be ready, for face or reverse

Pact with God or Hell

I want... the elixir, lust

The luxury to be permanent like the Ku Klux Klan

You,

Come to me

You'll become

Explosive like Mount Etna

Kneel

And look down

(Kneel and look down)

Towards the sonotone, I'm losing this Sonotone

I'm losing this Sonotone (x16)

What's happening ? I feel like I'm revived

From old butterfly I become a chrysalis

I was impotent, now my skin's tightening

Like when I was 20, I've swallowed spring

Young, fun, sparkling like a new gun

I have new blood, want a thousand huns

Plus a thousand friends from Bangkok to Elbeuf

And with this, a thousand parties

'Cause everything's tainted, vicious circle

Bladder there, baldness here

Thank you, I have proofs of your work

Eternal youth to re-write my work

Resurrection, the return of erection

Action when before there was fiction

Return of libido, brief nights

Phoney alibis to re-write the dream

Her

Beautiful...

Citadel besieged

By a rebel army

Me

In turmoil...

Climbing the rock

To end up in her arms

I can do it, I've got fire, shape

I shape my monotonous and dismal world

Swallow spring and spit autumn out

Because nothing is lost, everything is transformed

Because nothing is lost, everything is transformed

Towards the Sonotone

I'm losing this Sonotone (x16)

(I wantedto tell you...)

I wanted to tell you that I'm leaving

(I wanted to tell you that I'm leaving, that I'm leaving...)

I wanted to tell you that I'm leaving