Étoile étiolée [English translation]

Why don't you come and lie down?

Just like we did when we were still kids

The tip of our nose cold, our soul tender

Everything flew away with you

Ever since, thousands of etiolated stars

Come out of my enormous mouth

And, despite myself, they spread and crawl

Just like the snakes of the wet deserts

But what else can we do but wait

For the end of the cold month of December

But what else can we do but wait...

• Artist:Pierre Lapointe
• Album:Pierre Lapointe