L'enfant de ma mère [English translation]

I have a lot of pictures smeared with chalk

By this well-behaved child who can never tell

The difference between evil and the good he did

The good he did

Always on the fringe, a little regret

Comes back swimming to kill with a stroke

Each one of the shipwrecks which made him real

Which made him real

I hit my head against the wall

I hit my head against the wall

I hope it will explode

My mother's blood covers my arms

She gave birth to the person who will be me

In the face of existence, he's already cold

He's already cold

Insistingly, I will push him away

From the tattered white of habituation

When he was still young, they raped his soul

They raped his soul

I hit my head against the wall

I hit my head against the wall

I hope it will explode

Never, until we've licked the boots of death,

Will we know what the past will hide from us

One more time, tell me that we will be kings

That we will be kings

If the lover of yesterday came to take you

It's to make me proud of having found you

Even though I shout it, all I can do is cry

All I can do is cry

I hit my head against the wall

I hit my head against the wall

I hope it will explode

I hit my head against the wall

I hit my head against the wall

I hope it will explode

I hope it will explode

I hope it will explode

That we will be kings

That we will be kings

• Artist:Pierre Lapointe
• Album:Sentiments humains