Translation of the song lyrics Le cannibale - Juniore

Le cannibale (original)

D’la pointe des cheveux
Jusqu’aux extrémités
À dévorer des yeux
En faire qu’une seule bouchée
Pour parler sans tabou
D’un cœur lourd qui s’emballe
Question de goût
De pulsion cannibale
Une série d’invités
Accueillis d’une voix douce
Un déjeuner sur le pouce
Joli à croquer
Pour parler sans tabou
D’un cœur lourd qui s’emballe
Question de goût
De pulsion cannibale
Des pieds à la tête
Pendu à son cou
Jusqu'à la dernière miette
Consumé d’amour fou
Pour parler sans tabou
D’un cœur lourd qui s’emballe
Question de goût
De pulsion cannibale

Le cannibale (translation)

From the summit of your hair’s fine crown,
Down to the farthest edges of your being,
A banquet for the gaze, a hunger barely bound,
Longing to taste you whole in one unbroken dream,
If we may speak unshrouded, shunning fear,
Of a heart—mine—weighted, yet quickened in its flight,
All is a question of savor, of desire drawn near,
Of a craving’s fever—cannibal in delight.
A procession of guests through my mind’s gilded hall,
Welcomed with silken voice, a hush that invites,
A hurried repast, devoured in shadow’s thrall,
So lovely, you tempt the teeth of appetites.
If we may speak unshrouded, shunning fear,
Of a heart—mine—weighted, yet quickened in its flight,
All is a question of savor, of desire drawn near,
Of a craving’s fever—cannibal in delight.
From the soles of your feet to the crown of your head,
Clasped to your neck, in yearning’s noose entwined,
Until the last sweet crumb of you is shed,
Consumed in the wild conflagration of my mind.
If we may speak unshrouded, shunning fear,
Of a heart—mine—weighted, yet quickened in its flight,
All is a question of savor, of desire drawn near,
Of a craving’s fever—cannibal in delight.