Paradis des billes [English translation]

Those who won't walk towards death

Those who fall alseep in harbours

Qualities of strange eternals

Someday, they will fold away their wings

Two by two, they will sink

From down under, their feet banging

To gouge out the eyes, the pupils

Inside the great marbles paradise

Those who fall asleep on the beauty

Those who, their cheeks smeared with lipstick,

Forget to show their skin

Forget to mold their hair

And even despite the sadness

Of the great looks which hurt them

In the middle of a marble's glass

The boys miss the girls

Those who rang the bells

Those who make the Belle Epoque come back to life

Forget to patch up the dress

Forget to mold ther hair

Farewell to you, jealous women

You, who I would have made my wives

Your mouths and your eyes ripped apart

By dispossessed lovers

You, who are leaving on the Atlantic

Towards the favoured suns of Africa

You who, with always frozen hands,

Leave behind the deadly caresses

Death to all of you, jealous men

You, who are killed by wolves

Your mouths and your eyes ripped apart

By dispossessed lovers

I will go to the marble paradise

To burn the three thousand memories

Of girls too beautiful and too tall

That I wouldn't ever have stolen

Even despite the sadness

Of the great looks which hurt me

My hands stuck, I will sink

Into the great marbles paradise

In the marble paradise

The men are skirts

The pains are tinted

With lace and laughter

Despite the other's hand

Which is too similar

Of the colour of the daffodil

My eyes are shining

• Artist:Pierre Lapointe
• Album:Pierre Lapointe