Les Écorchés [English translation]

Come on let's go dancing

In the underworld

Of these crazy cities

Since these places

Can hold as many dreams

As we have when we sleep

But we don't sleep

We'd rather torment ourselves

Here and there

And then we'd meet down there

We get tired of everything anyway

Why do we even hug each other?

For the tormented souls

Are to be abused

Go on bury me

Push me over all boards

But stay a while

In the aftermath

So that even the end would end

You know I never lit the fuse

But Lautréamont did

He presses me

Into these deserts

Where he preaches

Where Mass is celebrated

In front of nothing

For the tormented souls

Hold me strong again

Choke me if you can

As you know where

After a subtle sketch

The screws have been tightened...

For we are the tormented souls

And are to be abused

Oh don't you mind, no big deal

Our bruises will save us*

And all that we share**

And our teeth

And our pieces of skin

That we find here and there

In all corners

Keep shuddering

For this is how I can recognize you

Even if you'd rather

Shudder a bit less than I do

Take me with you, take me with you

We should be able to

Become scarlet-red

Squeeze me again

Squeeze me again

Choke me if you can

For we are the tormented souls

And are to be abused

The tormented souls

Can feel the screws

• Artist:Noir Désir
• Album:Veuillez rendre l'âme (à qui elle appartient)