Le columbarium [English translation]

I licked every glass case

Braving the columbarium

From now on, never again

No nothing, not the wind, not anyone

Will keep me from suffering in peace

And licking the glass cases of the columbarium

I savoured the eglantine which adorns the columbarium

From now on, never again

No nothing, not the wind, not anyone

Will keep me from eating the roots1

Of the eglantine which adorns the columbarium

It's an almost magical place

Which rekindles our tragical instinct

Everyone agrees to say

That death is chic...

At the columbarium

I gathered all the planks

Which were in the columbarium

From now on, never again

No nothing, not the wind, not anyone

Will keep me from sleeping in peace

And dozing inside the box of the columbarium

I exposed my sins on the altar of the columbarium

From now on, never again

No nothing, not the wind, not anyone

Will keep me from eating the apple

And sinning on the altar of the columbarium

It's an almost troubling place

Shining with gold, black and silver

Everyone agrees to say that it's marvelous

Everyone passed to pass

Everyone burned some words

Everyone cried to cry

In the columbarium, in the columbarium

In the columbarium

1. A variation on 'Manger des pissenlits par la racine', the equivalent of 'Pushing up daisies'.

• Artist:Pierre Lapointe
• Album:Pierre Lapointe