Change de docteur [English translation]

You, you try like the other fools

To stop time, to break it with a single blow

And you dig you nails into the rocks of its life

It carries you along with it

At the moment when you finally think you’re strongest

It’s too late, you sleep

So you dream of being the Hindu priest

Who praises nightly the sky of Dien Bien Phu

But his voice is too serious but you fear the crosses

At the end of his arms

Come on, change your doctor!

Come on, I know a better one!

He grabs his life and treats you with it

change your doctor!

Come on, I know a better one!

He tears up the darkness that runs deep in you

Which runs deep in you

So you take some grains of brown sugar

And you become a star in the new, in interviews

But your words are too lofty and the newspaper guys

Don’t understand them

Their pencils are too thin their paper too far away

Their sun is too low

And everything breaks down and you fall to your knees

Before a hoard of rats, the princes of the sewer

It’s their chief who says it “I can save your life

If you sleep with me”

Come on, change your doctor!

Let’s say that one day there’ll be no more taboos

That there’ll be no more constraints nor jealous priests

Just a speck in the crowd

A rolling stone

And nobody who cares

Come on, change your doctor!

• Artist:Francis Cabrel
• Album:Les Murs de poussière