Sur un coup de tête [English translation]

I had a glass of Apollinaire*

At the back of the amphitheater yesterday

A double calligram without ice

A cocktail of fear which fades

On my slate, the chalk gets angry

It scratches my life into a cheat sheet

A white drop on my wandering

I stick the page of my childhood

I dare, I dare

On impulse

(With) a smile* of joy

I write, I sing of my desires in ink

On impulse

(With) a mouth* of fright

I flee, I avoid the drunkenness of the ‘forbidden’

Still I dare

I dare more

I begin the chapter of daring

So I quit the noise of classes (So I quit the noise of classes)

In the steam of my guitar

I move away from the rhymes of the mirror

I flee the linearity of time

I’m walking on my notebook (I’m walking on my notebook)

I will no longer hesitate an instant

To breath the smothered air

I dare, I dare

On impulse

(With) a smile* of joy

I write, I sing of my desires in ink

On impulse

(With) a mouth* of fright

I flee, I avoid the drunkenness of the undecided

Still I dare

I dare more

I dare act on impulse

(With) a smile of joy

I write, I sing my desires in ink

On impulse

(With) a smile* of joy

I write, I sing of my desires in ink

On impulse

(With) a mouth* of fright

I flee, I avoid the drunkenness of the undecided

Still I dare

I dare more