À la longue

In the long run, we wall ourselves in
Through the reeds
We see in the azure shadow
The yellow Sun pisses
In the long run, we no longer know very well
And that's how our paths cross

In the long run, we ignore each other
We only speak in signs
And when you fall asleep
For me, that's a bad sign
In the long run, everyone takes it upon themselves
And silence is the loudest of crashes

Go before you go
At all costs and by hook or by crook
Before a great blow of a machete
Deprives you of your pain so raw
That you deliberately cultivate

In the long run, we bury ourselves
And our eyes are made of wax
And everything is indifferent to us
And it seems worse to us
In the long run, we don't know why
But we have the impression of having carried our cross

In the long run, we become disgusted
And our hearts are stone
And this life of unhappiness
Seems miserable to us
In the long run, we don't really know
But the happiest is the one who walks the dog

Go before you go
At all costs and by hook or by crook
Before a great blow of a machete
Deprives you of your pain so acute
That you deliberately cultivate