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Translation
Underground mathematics
Poor girl without a nanny,
Torn away from the sun
It’s always raining on your suitcase
And your ears hurt
You always sleep between two tough ones
Between two SOSs
You want to play your adventure
But you die when you wake up
You don’t pretend anything
You give up your melancholy
From 4 to 5 in the morning
At the back of dive bars
And you reluctantly reclimb
The back stairs
You would like there to be elevators
At the bottom of precipices
Oh! But leave the lights on, baby
Nobody is at the controls
And the gods of radar are all out
And they cough and touch each other and push each other
And fuck each other and eat each other out
Oh! But leave the lights on, baby
Nobody is at the controls
And they cough and touch each other and push each other
And fuck each other and blow their noses
Into the cartridge compartment...
Now you offer me your inadequacies
You look for a preamble
Something to put us into a trance
To lather our bubbles
But if you’re scared of our silences
Retake your freedom
It’s midnight on my frequency
And my blood cells hurt
Oh! But leave the lights on, baby
Nobody is at the controls
And the gods of radar are all out
And they cough and touch each other and push each other
And fuck each other and eat each other out
Oh! But leave the lights on, baby
Nobody is at the controls
And the gods of radar are all out
And they cough and touch each other and push each other
And fuck each other and blow their noses
Into the cartridge compartment...
dionysius✕
Hubert-Félix Thiéfaine: Top 3
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| 2. | La fille du coupeur de joints |
| 3. | La ruelle des morts |
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