They have nothing left to curse each other for
They pierce each other in silence
Hatred has become their science
Screams have become their laughter
Love is dead, love is empty
It has joined the seagulls
The big house is pale
The doors slam at any moment

They have forgotten that not long ago
Crossing Strasbourg laughing
Seemed much smaller to them
Than a large suburban square
They have forgotten the smiles
They spread all around them
When I spoke to you about lovers
It's those I loved to describe

Around noon the evenings open
Which are chipped by some bells
It's always the same sheepfold
But the sheep are enraged
He dreams of old mistresses
She invents her next lover
They no longer see in their children
Only the flaws that the other leaves

They have forgotten the good times
When the early day smiled
When he recited Hamlet to her
Naked as a worm and in German
They have forgotten that they lived
Together, they burned a thousand lives
When I said "beautiful madness"
It's about these two that I was talking

The piano is nothing more than a piece of furniture
The kitchen cries a few sandwiches
And they look like two dervishes
Spinning in the same building
She has forgotten that she sang
He has forgotten that she sang
They murder their nights
By reading closed books

They have forgotten that once
They sailed from party to party
Even if they had to invent at the top of their lungs
Parties that did not exist
They have forgotten the virtues
Of famine and cold
When they slept in two suitcases
And, but us, my beauty
How are you?
How are you?

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