Lyrics of Saint Claude - Christine and the Queens

Saint Claude (original)

Souffle saccadé
Voilà qui laisse deviner que tout se décide cide-cide
Tout se décide cide-cide
Maquillé comme à la craie
Tout détonne et tout me plaît, les mains sont livides vides-vides
Mains sont livides vides-vides
Un seul de tes poignets est tatoué
Défiguré par ta manche
Le lion ne sourit qu'à moitié
À mes solitudes immenses
Ton visage ne sera jamais entier
Comme tu regardes au-dehors
J’emporte un portrait dévoré
Douleur destin bord à bord
Here’s my station
Here’s my station
But if you say just one word I’ll stay with you
Here’s my station
Here’s my station
But if you say just one word I’ll stay with you
La belle attitude
Que l’impatience comme certitude
Collier à trois fils (fils, fils)
Liés à trois fils (fils, fils)
Tu seras j’espère
Fidèle aux violences qui opèrent dès que tu respires (pires, pires)
Que tu respires (pires, pires)
D’ordinaire cette ville n’offre rien
Qu’une poignée d’odeurs tenaces
Et cette ville est morte je sais bien
Toi seul gardes de l’audace
Il faudrait que tu la portes loin
Alors que d’autres renoncent
Je descends deux enfers plus loin
Pour que l’orage s’annonce
Here’s my station
Here’s my station
But if you say just one word I’ll stay with you
Here’s my station
Here’s my station
But if you say just one word I’ll stay with you
Pour que l’orage s’annonce
Pour que l’orage s’annonce
Pour que l’orage s’annonce
Pour que l’orage s’annonce
We are so lonely, in this part of town…
(Pour que l’orage s’annonce)
We are so lonely (Pour que l’orage s’annonce)
We are so lonely (Pour que l’orage s’annonce)

(translation)

jerky breath
This suggests that everything is decided cide-cide
Everything is decided cide-cide
Painted like chalk
Everything clashes and everything pleases me, the hands are livid empty-empty
Hands are livid empty-empty
Only one of your wrists is tattooed
Disfigured by your sleeve
The lion only smiles halfway
To my immense loneliness
Your face will never be whole
As you look outside
I carry a devoured portrait
Fate pain edge to edge
Here's my station
Here's my station
But if you say just one word I'll stay with you
Here's my station
Here's my station
But if you say just one word I'll stay with you
The beautiful attitude
That impatience as certainty
Three-thread necklace (threads, threads)
Tied with three threads (threads, threads)
You will be I hope
True to the violence that operates as soon as you breathe (worse, worst)
That you breathe (worse, worst)
Ordinarily this town offers nothing
Only a handful of stubborn odors
And this town is dead I know
You alone keep boldness
You should carry her away
While others give up
I go down two hells further
For the storm to come
Here's my station
Here's my station
But if you say just one word I'll stay with you
Here's my station
Here's my station
But if you say just one word I'll stay with you
For the storm to come
For the storm to come
For the storm to come
For the storm to come
We are alonely, in this part of town…
(For the storm to come)
We are alonely
We are alonely