Paradis inanimé [English translation]

In my sheets of chrysanthemums

Dawn barely sliding me

Smoothly his requiem

His poems worshiped

In my bed, then of granite

I decompose my life

Crimes illicit desires

Hope nothingness and ennui

But for always

For the love of me

Leave me my...

Marbled to this bed-stele

I will not read anything tonight

I will no longer speak, nothing of such

That fall asleep in the sheets

Of the dark

This is the dark, beyond the grave

This is the world that turns off

The epitaph has audacity

To answer my sorrow

Paradise inanimate

Long sleep, curled

Paradise abandoned

Under the moon, me lying

Paradise artificial

Deleterious, me forsaken

And die, to be fatal

Dying to be loved

• Artist:Mylène Farmer
• Album:Point de Suture