Pan [English translation]

I often cut short my heavy work

To hear it enchant the towers

How the pretty girls can play

At the corner of my mouth I smile

I long to lie against her neck

And my skin comes to cover her

With or without clothes, the tights that I forget

To the shortest extent of tissue

Even in a nightgown

I must say that her trips out of bed

In the morning have never disappointed me

Before praying that you do not leave me

I enjoy your arms a bit again

Before praying that you never go away

I try to reduce the list of regrets, of regrets

We never really know the outcome

Better not wear it often

To say that the least ???

Pushing the vice to demand how

To think honestly that it is quite charming

To change sides

Friction then fusion

Friction then fission

Finishing in a schism

The whirlwind carries along its share of trouble

Then of regrets which with time

Finish by finding hatred

My love, my whirlwind, turn of my reason

The lure that I never stop striving towards

My light, my motto, my saviour, my beacon

Oh my love, my whirlwind, turn of my reason

The lure that I never stop striving towards

My light, my motto, my saviour, my beacon

We'll end by having enough photos that we stick up

Enough school desktop backgrounds of our idyll

We'll be able to say that we laughed, that we failed

That we could have, that we would maybe even have had to leave

Finally there will be need of luck, in order that the evidence

When it's time to take stock, will our beautiful collusion

My love, my whirlwind, turn of my reason

The lure that I never stop striving towards

My light, my motto, my saviour, my beacon

Oh my love, my whirlwind, turn of my reason

The lure that I never stop striving towards

My light, my motto, my saviour, my beacon

• Artist:Ben Mazué
• Album:La règle des trois unités