Jusqu'à mon dernier souffle [English translation]

Until my last breath

I'll want to do good

And maybe cure people

From this life eating them up and holding them on the ground

Their souls resting on their made up memories.

Until my last breath

I'll imagine the worse,

Well I'm not bad at those things,

It may comes from my father.

I'm aging slowly

And going towards happiness,

Looking for it, always…

What a mistake.

I still live in Clichy

It's been seven years

But I don't count anymore

How many girls, how many night I spent under those roofs

Making my own stars from my bare hands.

I'm not from here,

I'm far from my home

I'm a kid from Terrenoire

Who has a good memory.

I remember La Métare and its hills colored in golden

By the setting sun —it's time to go home.

Dad whistled us, day was slowly covered in mist

And we ate in front of the TV, silently.

Gamotière, Perrotière, St Jean, St Charles, La Métare, the castle, the house, the graveyard.

St Jean, La Métare, Terrenoire, Paradiso, Paradiso

Until my last breath

I'll go towards your agile body

And imagine myself a happy life,

A life where we would be together,

A wonderful house

By the river we'd invented.

• Artist:Terrenoire