Des armes [English translation]

Weapons, funny weapons, shinny weapons,

Weapons we have to clean often just for fun

And that we caress as if only for fun

The other, him who makes the devotes dream…

Weapons blue like the earth,

Weapons we have to keep buried deep in our souls

In the eyes, in the heart, in the arms of a woman,

We keep within ourselves as we keep a secret

Weapons in the secrecy of the days

Under the grass, in the sky and in the scriptures,

Weapons that make you dream late at night when you read,

And that turns speeches into poetry

Weapons, weapons, weapons,

And poets working for the triggers,

To light the last cigarettes

At the end of a French verse… bright as a tear

Weapons, weapons...weapons….

• Artist:Noir Désir
• Album:Des visages des figures