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Riverboats

When I was a rude young boy singing on tourist riverboats
With nothing in my pockets I wasn't so picky
I took every smile in advance, pretty uncool
I needed to eat to quench my thirst
Entrée, main course, and dessert, I rolled back my expectations
Fat stomachs to fill with shocking songs
On my platform made of rubbish that I took for a stage
I felt like a big man but I was only floating on the Seine
 
Made up with a paintbrush, solo for marriage
With a cheap suit and the smell of cheese
I posed like I had to but I wasn't doing all that great
Sometimes I felt too much like I was between a dream and drowning
I was that man who people don't see, who glides between the tables
Who sang Rihanna with a bad accent
Who smiled all the time to please the ladies
It wouldn't do for the men to feel hit on by me
 
When I was nobody, full of autumn's odd jobs
I dreamed of idols, I already saw myself at the top
When I had nobody, just an overflowing thirst
I dreamt of stacks, I already saw myself at the top and it was beautiful
Debut, debut, debut, beautiful
Debut, debut, debut, beautiful
Debut, debut, debut, beautiful
Debut, debut, debut
 
I discovered Paris—as a stranger discovers it
Who comes from a dim place—where people leave everything too ugly
Pretentious monuments—Taken like never before
I had but one desire—take my place on that road
To sing all my life—not the songs of others
I had some in my stomach—not Lenotre salmon
I waited patiently—to mount the throne
So people would take up my songs—like I take up 'La Vie en rose'
 
When I was nobody, full of autumn's odd jobs
I dreamed of idols, I already saw myself at the top
When I had nobody, just an overflowing thirst
I dreamt of stacks, I already saw myself at the top and it was beautiful
Debut, debut, debut, beautiful
Debut, debut, debut, beautiful
Debut, debut, debut, beautiful
Debut, debut, debut
 
I needed to get rid of my Nikes, throw them under the boat
They weren't classy enough for the vision of this show
I hurried to do one thing, show them what I was worth
Reveal how much I was faking being a gentleman on the water
At night I pretended to be the star of the boat
Doing up my hopes in ghetto cologne
Every night I raised my glass to my ego's crazy dream
While waiting I would subdue my big dreams, shove them under my hat
 
When I was nobody, full of autumn's odd jobs
I dreamed of idols, I already saw myself at the top
When I had nobody, just an overflowing thirst
I dreamt of stacks, I already saw myself at the top and it was beautiful
Debut, debut, debut, beautiful
Debut, debut, debut, beautiful
Debut, debut, debut, beautiful
Debut, debut, debut
 
When I was a rude young boy singing on tourist riverboats
With nothing in my pockets I wasn't so picky
I took every smile in advance, pretty uncool
I needed to eat to quench my thirst
 

Pretend

Gosh, you're so thin
When we look at you
We're worried about you and give you
Little crumbs of bread.
Of course, you're so lean
When you're naked
That people only see a rod
Carried by your strong laughs.
You can pretend to be a smart ass
And lift weights at the gym until you're ringed
But you'll always end up like a fool
With your little cheeky attitude.
Some say 'Force equals reign'
So you go on and on even if you're bleeding out
With your little hip measurement.
Well might you do try,
You'll end up with nothing.
 
Hey, are you delirious?
You're trying so hard to be muscular,
Are you trying to pretend you're thick skinned
Even though you're still crying like a child?
 
Hey, are you delirious?
You'll always be a bag of bones
Trying to pretend among all those laughs
During Sunday evenings at the gym's.
 
Hey, are you trying to impress anyone
With those puffed pectorals
Like roosters do in their poultry
Saying over again they're true guys.
So you, you're pretending
And trying be like them:
Being a strong and muscular lout
With your soaking wet 60kg.
 
Hell, you're saying you have to show yourself
And being respected,
But especially liking yourself in the mirror
While you're walking with your brawny shoulders.
Man, you're screwed if you think
People will see you as a brainwashed thug.
 
Hey, are you delirious?
You're trying so hard to be muscular,
Are you trying to pretend you're thick skinned
Even though you're still crying like a child?
 
Hey, are you delirious?
You'll always be a bag of bones
Trying to pretend among all those laughs
During Sunday evenings at the gym's.
 
Hey, come back, don't hide everything from you
To this little audience,
They like you and promise you not to be forgotten
Even if you're not so shaped.
You'll have your fabulous job
Thanks to your little but yet powerful voice
Which sounds within you.
 
Ho, ho
Ho, ho
 
Hey, are you delirious?
You're trying so hard to be muscular,
Are you trying to pretend you're thick skinned
Even though you're still crying like a child?
 
Hey, are you delirious?
You'll always be a bag of bones
Trying to pretend among all those laughs
During Sunday evenings at the gym's.
 

Jimmy

Jimmy, Jimmy, never
Jimmy, Jimmy, never
Jimmy, Jimmy, never
Jimmy, Jimmy
 
Never had I thought that that we'd be so close
I'd badly seen that the summer and the snow was early
I've barely recalled my Sundays light of the torches
Decrypting your texts, which had me too much caught
I ended up addicted, I even tried to break it up
My coat on the back, drops of blood in my pocket
Disgust in front of this door, you brought some sort of skin
You never missed the chance to heal my pains, pa pa pa
 
Jimmy, Jimmy, I had
Jimmy, Jimmy, I had
Jimmy, Jimmy, I had
Jimmy, Jimmy, I had
 
I hadn't enough force to stand through it once again
You came with a torso raised like a worrior
With your crazy boldness, your smirky smile
You came as if to save me, but above all to give me
This which I still feel – the warmth of your intimacy
I was driven so wild by that big bundle
For some notes up front, you always had enough of them
Never mind if it blinded me, in your way, I recall you
But, but, but
 
Jimmy, Jimmy, I admit
Jimmy, Jimmy, I admit
Jimmy, Jimmy, I admit
Jimmy, Jimmy, I admit
 
I admit that in the night, I was never without you
Your unprecedented life motto brought life to the night
Even though in the hours of forgotten you come rushing in the avalanche
On the slope of rain, you'd always have a white paw
You gave music life, you revived my dances
You serve all my need on a big silver plate
You go to the outmost to save me from my urgencies
To the rhythms of your journeys, I swear allegiance for you
 
Jimmy, Jimmy, I was
Jimmy, Jimmy, I was
Jimmy, Jimmy, I was
Jimmy, Jimmy, I was
 
I was way too disgusted, I thought that you would stick around
I imagined tandem you went away like a storm
You always stench of party in my stairwell
Your sweet Diesel parfume, oh yes, I would recognize it
Among all of these sequins that you let fly away
What can you even loose with all of these other convicted?
Don't worry, I'm watching over you. Oh how much I will wait for you
You're already in my veins, I want you in my scars
 
Jimmy, Jimmy, I stop
Jimmy, Jimmy, I stop
Jimmy, Jimmy, I stop
Jimmy, Jimmy I'll never stop
I'd never had thought that we'd be that close
I've never seen the summer, your snow was fierce
 

District of the moons

I colonize your breast step by step I dominate the rest
All this belongs to me in an instant and in one gesture
You'll be mine you'll see I'll be your sect
I will erect you, exactly as I wish (wish)
I will mark your neck of my viscous hickeys
So that you don't run towards other nasty vices
I'll stain your pout and one by one your long hair
From my red flag and my big swear words
You'll only be proud when you play the mothers
When I will suddenly offer you a bunch of happy kids
You just have to do on time and especially keep quiet
You will then have a long flight of good points 1
 
The city of the males watches over the district of the moons 2
They want to find their niches there and have to eat the asphalt
Pain, vein, tenacious
They shine with daring
Ignite, a phlegm that burns, so beautiful
Much more than the sun
 
The city of the males watches over the district of the moons
They want to find their niches there and have to eat the asphalt
Pain, vein, tenacious
They shine with daring
Ignite, a phlegm that burns, so beautiful
Much more than the sun
Mh ... (Mh ...)
 
I will exhaust your flame to fill my hands
From the hearts of battle and as a great clever guy
I will play checkers3, I will conquer
Without much delay, just a bit dishonest
You will be without clothes and as I please
I'll get dressed with nothing, just possessive grips
They will see that the ground is already taken
They will see my gun, yes better than my hands on
I will also make sure that you have no choice
You'll be exposed to a whole bunch of laws
That you will iron without ordering
Because only you know how to fold them
Then I'll caress you as if to appease you
Will make you fall, so as you don't revolt
Block your neck without you nauseating
And I will be sweet, whore
I'll be crazy
 
The city of the males watches over the district of the moons
They want to find their niches there and have to eat the asphalt
Pain, vein, tenacious
They shine with daring
Ignite, a phlegm that burns, so beautiful
Much more than the sun
 
The city of the males watches over the district of the moons
They want to find their niches there and have to eat the asphalt
Pain, vein, tenacious
They shine with daring
Ignite, a phlegm that burns, so beautiful
Much more than the sun
 
What? Do you not need my torso anymore?
What? Do you not need me when
In the street you will be alone without escort?
Tell me, how are you going to do without bark?
 
What? Do you no longer need advice?
What? Do not you need my rules anymore?
Hear my strengths I love you and watch you
You will see how there is no sun outside
 
The city of the males watches over the district of the moons
They want to find their niches there and have to eat the asphalt
Pain, vein, tenacious
They shine with daring
Ignite, a phlegm that burns, so beautiful
Much more than the sun
 
The city of the males watches over the district of the moons
They want to find their niches there and have to eat the asphalt
Pain, vein, tenacious
They shine with daring
Ignite, a phlegm that burns, so beautiful
Much more than the sun
 

• 1. Good points : In mid XXth century french schools it was tradition to give 'good points' to pupils, sort of good behaviour token
• 2. 'Moon' here refers to the bum
• 3. Play on words : In French 'play checkers' sounds like 'play the ladies'

Honey

(Where are you, honey ?)
(Where are you, honey ?)
 
This evening, like every evening,
I know where you are
You're gonna meet him
Without seeing me
You're gonna be her Monroe
Puckering up
With your hips on his skin
Under his vigorous hands
You would even handle the knife
To the smalls of his back
With back and forth, like a boat
Making me reel for nothing
 
This evening, like every evening,
I know where you are (Where are you ?)
With your black pants
And my faded hopes
You're gonna do big things for him
By moving mountains
He will smile at you with that smile laying your smell on his waist
You'll tell him your prose
And even when one wins
But you took too much roses
For our way too simple reunion
 
This evening, like every evening,
I know where you're loosing yourself (Where are you, honey ?)
You'll come back too late,
With only that little light open,
And I'll listen to you
Over the noise
You try hard to fuck
As high as a B
I had the adress,
I will shut the boredom quickly
I'll come to get you
To kill all those shouts
 
This evening, like every evening,
I know where you are
And I come back to see you
See if you've forgotten me
 
(Where are you, honey ?)
(Where are you, honey ?)
 
Where the hell are you ?
I look for you into the darkness
This evening, like every evening
I'd like to believe you again
Kiss you one time,
One last time
Cross my heart, cross my heart and hope to die
I'll move on at dawn
I've been fooled one more time
With your sentimental words
And your mongrel promises
Making me sleep too early
I look for you into the night
Where the smell of all this false
Is on boulevards
Of our hopes, without any coat
 
But, where the fuck are you hidding ?
I look for you into the 'too late'
This evening like one last hope
I'd like to finally catch you
To tell you everything I've in my heart, there,
To tell you every mistakes I've made, there,
To tell you how much I'm scared
To count you every tear I've shed
Please, come back drink it
Here, everything must be seen, yes,
Here, it's daytime you know ?
There are more than one-night stands, you know
You won't ever regret
If you come back to sit here
Where no one but me knows how
To look at you
 
(Where are you, honey ?)
I look for you into the darkness
(Where are you, honey ?)
I look for you into the darkness
(Where are you, honey ?)
 

Beaulieue

You're beautiful, huge, diverse,
Angry, eclectic, tattooed with shag.
You talk loud, wrangle, create a panic.
You're violent, merciless, shout at fags.
You're popular, smiling and checkered.
Good at teaching, squared and concreted over.
You're also fearful with fire filling your eyes, electrical.
You're flowered, filled with daisies and blaze.
 
Oh, Beaulieue, I'd better leave you
I'm scooting without a penny in my pocket
Oh, Beaulieue, my favorite indeed
I'm keeping all of your bricks
 
You insult mothers, rape brothers
Fight for your land, feel concerned
As if you were touched from heat to feet.
You grow ambitious, rampaging wings
That you deflower with hatred, with venenous force.
You are veiled under a golden-coloured cloth,
Underestimated, you shine with frenzy and pride.
All over your body are tattooed gold pearls
That you keep wrongly but flatter the street, the killing.
 
Oh, Beaulieue, I'd better leave you
I'm scooting without a penny in my pocket
Oh, Beaulieue, my favorite indeed
I'm keeping all of your bricks
 
Oh, Beaulieue, I'd better leave you
I'm scooting without a penny in my pocket
Oh, Beaulieue, my favorite indeed
I'm keeping all of your bricks
 
Here it's not the same, everything is way more beautiful.
It makes no difference but everything is way falser.
Here, in the palace, everything is way bigger
In my bare self and at the people's jeers.
 
Oh, Beaulieue, I'd better leave you
I'm scooting without a penny in my pocket
Oh, Beaulieue, my favorite indeed
I'm keeping all of your bricks
 
I'm keeping all of your bricks
I'm keeping all of your bricks
I'm keeping all of your bricks
I'm keeping all of your bricks
 

Moscow Street

In fake fur
Cigarettes on my lips
Licking our wounds to be part of our dreams
Alone we are much weaker, we are even more beautiful
And we end up outside, never again to drink water
 
But shout, make out that you're pretty
Make out that you're mad
Your kisses which lead me parties
Moscow Street
 
In jackets that are too short, our fingers on our lips
We don't give a damn, because it's us that we're touching
Dirty, we're much bigger, much grander than all our poems
That by overtaking us, send back what we love
 
But shout, make out that you're pretty
Make out that you're mad
Your kisses which lead me parties
Moscow Street
 
In borrowed bodies, skins that we don't know
We look at our reflections and we wash our hands of them
Mad because of so many desires, but when we come back
When it's time to go
We realise that we are nothing
 
But shout, make out that you're pretty
Make out that you're mad
But burn, make out that you're queen
Make out that you're mad
Nothing is more immortal in our wars
Moscow Street
Moscow Street
Moscow Street
Moscow Street
 

Random

 
I often lie
To also flutter
Make me believe that passersby
Could be all interesting
I devote myself to admiration
And ecstatic to the diction
From a sentence or a throw
Smiles quickly interpreted
 
I often lie
To make believe in my
That it vibrates disproportionately
And that it can even please full time
With just one or two kisses
I'm catching the flight
I imagine volcanoes
Who would flood my fields with wounds
 
I often lie
I get excited for all the people
Who throw banals 'wait'
As they would naturally cast
Sex toys just for playing
With very little purpose
As for me, I fall in love
Before the 'no time' of spirited people
 
I often lie
And I know how to make crates
Quite heavy apparently
Because they weigh just as they are
During weeks of galleys
Or I paddle to undo everything
Emancipate yourself
Well, look, I do not know how to do it
 
Oh oh oh
 
I have random men men's heart
I believe in everything that knocks like bitch
I did not understand the codes even though they impressed me
Fuck if I do not like it, so I'm lying
 
I have random men men's heart
Every time I fall in love love love
I did not understand the codes even though they impressed me
Fuck if I do not like it, so I'm lying
 
I often lie
And even more when there R
I make my films big
And I even go without criteria
 
But it turns out that this is only a plan
As usual I bow down
 
Because to grill is indecent
Especially in front of the imagination
 
I often lie
In races with nerves
It gives me dreaming days
Crazy love and neck brace
To forget the boredom
I watch the blogosphere
All the crisp details
That put me even more on the ground
 
I often lie
To give me some thickness
Like hundreds of coats
What I put to make sweat flow
Because here it is not hot
And all these jumps give the heat
With a tiny taste of fake
That leaves everything bland, tasteless
 
I often lie
To wriggle smoothly
Make me bend easily
In heavy dreams, and at no time
I imagine myself without teeth
Kissing pretty hearts
Who accept voluntarily
To indulge in all my lures
 
Oh oh oh
 
I have random men men's heart
I believe in everything that knocks like bitch
I did not understand the codes even though they impressed me
Fuck if I do not like it, so I'm lying
 
I have random men men's heart
Every time I fall in love love love
I did not understand the codes even though they impressed me
Fuck if I do not like it, so I'm lying
 
Because I miss this audacity
Class positions
With effective 'I love you'
Without the 'I fuck you' to pick it up
I miss this little tact
For sure it works
In the meantime, I am putting on races
And then I believe in everything that happens
I think I did not understand the basics
So that I galley to the max
But as Jacques said ladies
It's your worst enemy opposite
 
So I do as usual I'm hiding
And I'm inventing hearts that strike
By creating idols en masse
While spying on them under my mask
 
I have random men men's heart
I believe in everything that knocks like bitch
I did not understand the codes even though they impressed me
Fuck if I do not like it, so I'm lying
 
I have random men men's heart
Every time I fall in love love love
I did not understand the codes even though they impressed me
Fuck if I do not like it, so I'm lying
 

Kid

You will be virile my Kid,
 
I do not want to see any tears slip on heroic mouth,
 
And this body all carved to reach fantastic heights,
 
That only a reverie could surpass,
 
You will be virile my Kid,
 
I do not want to see any feminine ounce,
 
Neither airs nor gestures that mean,
 
And God knows, if these are still the worst to come,
 
Castrate for some vocalises,
 
You will be virile my Kid,
 
Far from you, these tactical finesses,
 
All these women origins who feminize, groguire
 
Under the pretext of being the faithful messiah of this dear archaic model,
 
You will be virile my Kid,
 
You will hold, in your hands, the iconic inheritance of Apollo,
 
And like all boys, you will run ballons champion,
 
And will become my little historic hero,
 
Abusive masculinity, abusive masculinity
 
You will be virile my Kid,
 
I want to see your pale complexion get black with fights and forge your mind,
 
For none of these ladies to point you to pink countries,
 
Negative for glorious fellows,
 
You will be virile my Kid,
 
You will hoist your masculine power,
 
To counteract this sensitive essence that your mother,
 
We balance with family, it tires your invulnerable Achilles,
 
You will be virile my Kid,
 
You will count your abundance notes,
 
Who bloom under your feet that you will never cross,
 
You will spit without any way in all directions, parade proud and doped flesh and nerves protein,
 
You will be virile my Kid,
 
You'll shine with your physical strength, your dominant look, your caïd posture,
 
And your triumphant sex to despise the weak,
 
You will enjoy your street of sparks,
 
Abusive masculinity, abusive masculinity,
 
Abusive masculinity, abusive masculinity,
 
But me, but I play with girls
 
But me, but me, I do not praise my cock
 
But me, but I will accelerate your wrinkles
 
So that your words cease and disappear
 

One party too many

You know,
You know, tonight I've seen all the pearls of pop,
I even overindulged in your homies' absynth.
I rubbed shoulders with rare nymphs, sniffed some snow in advance
in really black hole rooms, without a glint of elegance.
I clenched my pathetic jaws further
and made lovers zealous1, some boys passing by
with whom I tried to get in touch, but who slowly fled
my masquerade, so cold and sullen it was2
So I stuffed my paunch with lively emergencies3
as lively as they were drunk on the dance floor.
I arranged my bandages so that my bleedings
showed a lot less on the silver floor.
 
That's one party too many !
I went there, was defeated up to a downright fiasco.
That's one party too many !
Look, I'm glistening with glitter dust and reduce myself to KO
 
You know, tonight I've read in my relaxed body
the tortured manual of this exalted dance.
 
I even insinuated my tongue in salivating mouths,
in very tiny nooks where only mucous membranes show.
And then I went home, quite empty-handed,
with this tired old look and a craving for more.
I did not find anything definite, except apparently
Exactly, even if tomorrow starts all over again.4
 
That's one party too many !
I went there, was defeated up to a downright fiasco.
That's one party too many !
Look, I'm glistening with glitter dust and reduce myself to KO
 
That's one party too many !
I went there, was defeated up to a downright fiasco.
That's one party too many !
Look, I'm glistening with glitter dust and reduce myself to KO
(torso)5
 
That's one party too many !
I went there, was defeated up to a downright fiasco.
That's one party too many !
Look, I'm glistening with glitter dust and reduce myself to KO
 

• 1. the verb 'zéler' does not exist, I'm just guessing what he means there
• 2. I tried to render the convoluted feel of the original. That really means something like 'I tried to get in touch with some boys passing by, but my masquerade was so cold and sullen that they slowly fled'
• 3. I wonder what lively urgencies taste like...
• 4. that is gibberish, plain and simple
• 5. If you say so...

Do whatever you want with my translations. I'm not rich enough to sue you anyway.