La chemise est sèche

 

This morning    
la chemise est sèche   
même que les parties usées
luisent au soleil.    
  
 Without insulting the weather   
 no questions asked   
 masterfully   
 we were all at rock bottom.      
  
 Primordial worries   
 la vie mènera à terre   
 this fraction which is coming to an end   
 sous le coup des certitudes.      
  
 let's get it over with   
 take the gun   
 the big fire   
 anéantira le feu des syncopes.     
  
 To sow the ornaments of oblivion too much   
 the door will close on our past   
 for without suspicion and with happiness   
 develop in H.L.M.      
  
 The fight is worthy   
 in the eyes of some   
 without surprise in front of the enemy   
 without taking too long to die.      
  
 Hooded in detestation   
 at the mercy of bloodshed   
 they climbed the mountain   
 to proclaim the usefulness of the struggle.      
  
 In the bric-a-brac of old thoughts   
 stays on the sly from the salt mine   
 diving in troubled waters   
 the wench with white fangs and marine lips.      
  
 The tongue no longer tears   
 no shouting   
 eternity sweeps past its door   
 a remnant of desires and ambitions.      
  
 Between poverty and wealth   
 a sweet and sober life   
 lived with affability   
 l'air sain des lendemains silencieux.      
  
  
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