Pointant le nord [English translation]

When I think about yesterday, I think about tomorrow

When I close my eyes until morning comes,

When I lay my body down, my head pointing to the north

And I feel my back bringing back the herd

When the ballet funerals,

Where people yawn in English,

Make even the old age driven by laziness

Overtake Orpheus's mask

When hypocrisy is necessary

Between the skin and the shirt

When the river flows and everything falls down

Despite the blood and the breaking teeth

No,

I won't talk

Oh, no,

I won't talk

For a river has grown between us

Even though the whole world closes its eyes and doesn't care

And if you ever dive into it, I will dive in with you

To drown into darkness the greatness of our lovemaking

And if the whole world starts making fun of us

We will throw them rocks to graze our knees

But never ever, of course, I know that I won't talk

My mouth frozen until both our bodies are burried

So no,

I won't talk

Oh, no,

I won't talk

For all the grandmothers of Earth

Those who will leave into the wind

Those who will leave for war

An army of children

As for me, I've gnawed at the hooves of death

To forget that we're all forgetting about

All those obscenities we've prearranged

And that even a Pope wouldn't be able to condemn

So no,

I won't talk

Oh, no,

I won't talk

• Artist:Pierre Lapointe
• Album:Pierre Lapointe