Idées noires [English translation]

He gets up; it's time. He crushes his cig butt

in his coffee cup, turns off the stereo.

Turns off the floor lamp, turns off the ceiling light.

Turns off the kitchen, puts on security.

Corridor,

A door,

A bed,

It's nighttime.

A few pills help to sleep; I don't know where I am.

A black blind,

A door,

A bed,

It's boredom.

Nothing to do for love, but don't say anymore:

"Where are you when you are in my arms?

What you do, are you thinking of me?

Whence you from? One day you'll go away.

Where are you when you are in my arms?"

I do terrible dreams; I am on the tightrope,

In paranoia, there's no longer sandman.

I see in panoramic, urgent, desirable,

A cute beheaded blonde in her convertible.

Nightmare,

Highway,

Road trip,

Black vapor,

A ravenous vamp kills at end of corridor.

I can't stop

feeling glum.

Bad trip,

Dark thoughts,

Swallowed by space at bottom of funnel.

Want to flee (When you are in my arms)

Want to flee (do you dream about me?)

Want to flee (You just think of yourself,)

Want to flee (you'll end up all alone)

Want to flee (When you are in my arms,)

Want to flee (do you dream about me?)

Want to flee (You just think of yourself,)

Want to flee (you'll end up all alone)

Want to flee, want to leave, want to love, some pleasure,

Some madness, desire, want to cry, want to laugh.

Want to flee, want to leave, want to love, some pleasure,

Some madness, desire, want to cry, want to laugh.

Want to flee, want to leave, want to love, some pleasure,

Some madness, desire, want to cry, want to laugh.

Want to flee (When you are in my arms,)

Want to flee (do you dream about me?)

Want to flee (You just think of yourself,)

Want to flee (you'll end up all alone)

Want to flee (When you are in my arms,)

Want to flee (do you dream about me?)

Want to flee (You just think of yourself,)

Want to flee (you'll end up all alone)

• Artist:Bernard Lavilliers