Au pays des fleurs de la transe [English translation]

The dragonfly on my forehead

The eye hidden inside my closed hands

I will go headfirst into the fields of white paths

To find the eyes of my brother

Because there is nothing left now

Nothing but a few memories

Of the thorniest moments of my life

Of the eternal circle which is getting older

And if always, just like in the past,

It comes back to bring me down

I will walk, bare-footed,

Into the forest of the unloved ones

The ghostly saga begins

Ìn the country of the flowers of the trance

My hair hanging in the wind

I will go away feet first,

My smile bitter and irreverent,

Into the country of the flowers of trance

Goodbye, euphoria

Goodbye, influence

Goodbye, survivors of luck

I will trim my beard with barbed wire

I will trim my beard with barbed wire

I will walk, bare-footed, into the forest of the unloved ones

Blinded by the greatness of the blurred white

To pick the already wilted flower of some years downtrodded

By people walking in the deserted paths of disenchanted regrets

In the forest of the unloved ones

In the forest of the unloved ones

Quick, let the past get down on its knees

Quick, the forgotten loves

I will trim my beard with barbed wire

I will trim my beard with barbed wire

• Artist:Pierre Lapointe
• Album:La forêt des mal-aimés