Nos joies répétitives [English translation]

Every sorrow swallows its lot of fugitive sadness,

So we warm against ourselves our repetitive joys,

Caressing the hair of our ethereal childhood,

Telling it times again that it's too soon to scream

I've been taught to smile just like well-mannered men do

In order to distract attention from our tainted members,

But they forgot to show us how to

Find love and prove him that we can please him

When doubts comes around,

Shame re-offends

Repetitive joys,

It wants to reassure us

We put on black, put on blue to smear our eyes to make believe, Even though it's false, that we're doing better today

We drink, we eat with friends to talk about our habits

Those of yesterday, of tomorrow, to compare our solitude

We blow into our nose what we've got left to live,

Shouting at everyone they we're happy when we're drunk,

Trying to smother all that comes to remind us that

We've already reached the golden age of the retarded rebel

When doubts comes around,

Shame re-offends

Repetitive joys,

It wants to reassure us

We kiss in turns boys and girls

Because all that matters to us

Is seeing eyes that shine,

But we secretly dream of coming across our love,

The one who'll last until the end of the very last day

We agree to crawl with an unassuming look,

Our mouth wanting to throw up our swallowed back love

We think of that perfect time when we ruined it all

By letting out a misplaces 'I love you'

When doubts comes around,

Shame re-offends

Repetitive joys,

It wants to reassure us

When doubts comes around,

Shame re-offends

Repetitive joys,

It wants to reassure us

• Artist:Pierre Lapointe
• Album:Punkt