Négatif [English translation]

From the last decan,

I am born

I am boisterous

I am negative

Pushed by the wind

On some yews

I bled myself dry

Too emotive

I dream of a spring,

Definitive

For my soul is nothing but torments

Or an epitaph

Carved for a long time

In the reefs

And yet I remain

Skeptical

Faced with the extent

Of my sorrow,

Why didn't I hear

The sirens1?

Faced with the extent of my sorrow,

I will swim naked

In the Seine

But dead or alive,

I remain negative

Since everything goes

To Hell

From the last decan,

I am born

I am boisterous

I am negative

Pushed by the wind

On some yews

I bled myself dry

Too emotive

I dream of a spring,

Definitive

For my soul is nothing but torments

Or an epitaph

Carved for a long time

In the reefs

And yet I remain

Skeptical

Faced with the extent

Of my sorrow,

Why didn't I hear

The sirens?

Faced with the extent of my sorrow,

I will swim naked

In the Seine

But dead or alive,

I remain negative

Since everything goes

To Hell

From the last decan,

I am born

I play the ivory horn

I am nothing but a primitive man

But, mentioned in passing

In a plaintive tone,

I am a child

So fearful

Faced with the extent

Of my sorrow

Rebellious, lying down

In the arena

Faced with the extent

Of my sorrow,

Am I nothing but a savage

Who's held back?

Faced with the truths

That we hammer

Like hits from a bamboo or an ebony cane

But dead or alive,

I remain negative

Since everything goes to Hell

1. Could also be 'mermaids'.

• Artist:Benjamin Biolay
• Album:Négatif