Wasting my poor talent
To mourn a mistress
Who blames my two buttocks
For being the ivy on my couch
Telling myself that God is guilty
For throwing me to earth
Without the strength of Jupiter
I am no longer capable of it
I am no longer capable of it capable
Reproach my ancestors
For having planted their seed poorly
And for having changed this oak tree
In dead wood to make your fire
Be the lamb of the fable
Or be on your path
As the goat is in Seguin
I I'm no longer capable of it
I'm no longer capable of it
Let my memory rot
In front of your doorstep
Hide like a woodlice
At the bottom of one of your drawers
Make a cathedral of you
Take the cross to the bell tower
To die crucified there
I don't care am no longer capable
I am no longer capable
To swear under a gallows
To spit on my revenge
And break the white cane
Of the blind man I was
Hanging my devil's skin
On a nail in your attic
And telling you that I have changed
For you I am am capable
For you I am capable
For you I am capable
For you I am capable