Tourner les hélicos [English translation]

You, you pass your time hiding in your drawers

Your packets of white paper, your scraps of black thoughts

Afterwards you go and protest over a few luncheon-vouchers

And then you leave peacefully in your subway carriage

She, she hears, she hears...

When one talks to you about the Devil, you throw a bit of salt

Your beautiful overcoat doesn’t pass under ladders

You have the nodding dog in the back of your car

You have twice the appetite when the news is on

While she hears, she hears

The helicopters circling

It’s easy to to lower one’s eyelids

You know that even blood washes away

Those poor people in exile

I wouldn’t like to be in their shoes

There are towns that awake to rocket strikes

You sip your whisky with your arse on your carpet

And even if you sometimes have a tear in your eye

At the first advert break everyone has a laugh

She, she hears, she hears

The helicopters circling

There are towns that awake to rocket strikes

You sip your whisky with your arse on your carpet

You angrily ask again for a bit more crushed ice

While at the other end of the earth

Deep in Soweto

She, she hears, she hears

The helicopters circling

She, she hears, she hears

The helicopters circling