Les remords ont faim [English translation]

So much, I would like to break you dreams,

To destroy them with bursts of laughter,

To trample you like a bull,

Like a frenzied bull

One of these days, I will go an marry my vices

To those of the gods, kings of mischief,

To kill you with great slashes of a knife,

With great passionate slashes of a knife

And all of this without your permission,

Without even asking to be forgiven

I overestimated your cries

I underestimated my desires

I overestimates my faults

I underestimated the decor

And ever since, remorse comes and devours my body

I rather would have walked

On already paved roads

I rather would have played

A game I had a chance to win

And always, remorse comes and devours my body

Even though I enjoy hating you

Even though I enjoy stoning you

Even though I enjoy the smell of your half-burnt bodies

Always and again, remorse comes and devours my body

I will walk alone into my golden house

To lick the bark of the apple trees,

To forget all that time spent

Trying to force out of you a smile too dearly paid

And maybe on that day, remorse will cease to devour my body

• Artist:Pierre Lapointe
• Album:Punkt