Les petites morts [English translation]

We are nothing

But a heap of flesh

Which doesn't know

Where to put its heart down

We are nothing

But a heap of flesh

A sad loser

Against its pain

When you come

I see in your eyes

The greatness of your soul

Ascending to the skies

When you come

I see in your eyes

The superb naivety

Of your ancient loves

We are nothing

But a heap of flesh

Which doesn't know

Where to put its heart down

We are nothing

But a heap of flesh

A sad loser

Against its pain

Each one of the smiles which make us happy

Leads us little by little towards a bluer sky, but

Even when we forget the rainy past

The love words enjoy making us feel older

We are nothing

But a heap of flesh

Which doesn't know

Where to put its heart down

We are nothing

But a heap of flesh

A sad loser

Against its pain

Strange fusion which unites two brothers

Joined at the flank by a ray of light

Strange fusion which unites two brothers

Baptised in the very blood of the queen mother

We are nothing

But a heap of flesh

Which doesn't know

Where to put its heart down

We are nothing

But a heap of flesh

A sad loser

Against its pain

• Artist:Pierre Lapointe
• Album:Les vertiges d'en haut