Négatif

From the last decan
I am native
I am turbulent
I am negative
Pushed by the wind
On a few yews
I have emptied myself of my blood
Too emotional
I dream of a definitive
Spring
Because my soul is only torments
Of an epitaph
Engraved for a long time
In the reefs
Yet I remain
Dubious

Facing the extent
Of my pain
Why didn't I hear
The sirens?
Facing the extent of my pain
I will bathe naked
In the Seine

But dead or alive
I remain negative
Since everything is
Going to hell