Sucrer les fraises [English translation]

If there is a moment that I cannot foresee

The end of the race or the hour of my departure

Who will hold my hand

Who will take my pulse

Who will change the flowers' water?

We close shop when destiny takes hold

We must angelically say good bye

The great escape without even my bags, without drums nor fanfare

I'll go sweeten strawberries, up there on the cliff, one day

The weight of my impatience will find innocence all around

An afterlife, one day,

I'll go,

I'll go pitch my tent in Paradise, or I'll go see Dante, one day

Nothing can hold back the pain,

Nor the timekeeper, nor crying one's eyes out

The countdown,

The long hourglass

The core of the timer

Oh nothing will stop time's appetite

And, little by little, we will become nothing but dust

On a voyage, but not on the highway to find weightlessness

I'll go sweeten strawberries, up there on the cliff, one day

The weight of my impatience will find innocence all around

In the afterlife, one day,

I'll go,

I'll go pitch my tent in Paradise, or I'll go see Dante, one day

When the glass is full

Of tears and misfortune

To the afterlife, one day I'll go