Un monde absurde [English translation]

Each day I emerge from slumber

in an absurd world,

I get up, I'm aleady late.

I swallow a offee and burn myself undergoing the lies

which are sent out on the waves in the morning.

It's monday and depression

is killing me as I go down

the steps of the staircase

four at a time.

In the station I thread my way

through the herd

of zombies who are running towards the office.

I want to take a stand, finish it off,

but this absurd world, nothing stops it;

I would like to escape from it,

but it remembers the same I remember.

SImple pleasure is scarce,

this absurd life turns into a nightmare.

Awakening is pitiless

because reality grants no appeal.

Packed in on the train

I grimace and clench my fists,

Large open spaces parade in my head.

I think of forests,

of oceans and of sorms,

but when the door opens at last...

I see Châtelet-Les-Halles again

and I feel sick,

I dread the day that 's

waiting for me;

eight hours soiling my spirit,

repressing my dreams,

bdarkeningmy lungs with the

zeitgeist.

It's mid-day, the colleagues form

a queue at McDonalds

to devour a big Mac piping

hot.

I eat quite alone on a bench

amongst pigeons,

a cheese and ham

sandwich.

The fithy beasts flock

to the crumbs

that fall to the ground,

forming a big cloud of dust

while I make smalltalk

with a homeless old bum

who describes Paris to me better than

Doisneau1.

My absurd day is at last

nearly finished,

the street-lamps have lit up.

Having arrived at the R.R.R.2 platform,

it's panic:

"a long interruption of service".

When anger builds up in me

I try to stay sensible:

old boy you could be unemployed,

you could be that guy

crushed on the rails in the rush hour

All the same,

I'm not ready to arrive at Villepinte3

1. who published many photos of Paris2. French national railway3. a commune about 3km south of Paris-Charles De Gaule airport and about 6km east of Paris-Le Bourget airport

• Artist:Vae Victis
• Album:Hors-la-loi