| Tu dégages | Be gone, your shadow darkens my threshold, |
| Tu dégages | Be gone, as the wind strips leaves from branches, |
| Tu dégages | Be gone, as the mist dissolves at dawn, |
| Tu dégages | Be gone, like the echo’s hollow laughter, |
| Tu dégages | Be gone, like a stain fading in rain, |
| (etc) | (etc) |
| Véronique, tu dégages | Véronique, depart—your name a cold bell tolls, |
| Tu m’saoules avec tes grimaces | You drench me in bitterness, your faces a carnival of sneers, |
| Tu dégages, ton frere me rend hystérique | Away with you—your brother shreds my reason like a tempest in glass, |
| (??), tu dégages | (??), be gone—your presence claws like thorns, |
| J’aime pas trop les romantiques | I tire of the tender, their moon-spun sighs, |
| (??) baise comme une asthmatique | (??) makes love with the gasp of a dying bird, |
| Gwendoline | Gwendoline—your name, a pale rose pressed in frost, |
| Gwendoline | Gwendoline—your silhouette curls and unravels in smoke, |
| Gwendoline | Gwendoline—your memory stings like a nettle’s kiss, |
| Vanessa, tu dégages | Vanessa, be gone—your smile is a rift in the night, |
| T’apprécies pas ma musique | You scorn my music, as if it were gutter-light in your palace, |
| Christina, tu dégages | Christina, depart—your laughter grates like rust on silver, |
| Cindy, toi aussi | Cindy, you as well—your laughter hollow as a cracked bell, |
| T’es tellement conne c’est d’l’hérésie | Your foolishness is blasphemy, a sacrilege scrawled on cathedral stone, |
| Tu dégages, j’veux plus t’voir | Be gone, I do not wish to see you’s shadow cross my days, |
| Tu passes demain prendre ton bazar | Tomorrow you will come—collect your junk, your relics of the storm, |
| Ton merdier, tu fous l’camp | Your chaos—let it vanish, swept into exile, |
| Fallait pas v’nir chez mes parents | You should never have trodden the hearth of my parents, |
| Tu t’fous d’ma gueule tu vas payer | You mock me—now the scales will balance in fire, |
| J’vais t’faire bouffer tes dents d’droguée | I’ll make you taste your own teeth, broken by the dust of poisons, |
| J’veux plus te croiser dans les soirées | Never again do I wish your silhouette at feasts, |
| Sinon j’vais finir par taper | Or I shall, at last, become my own storm, my fist a verdict, |
| J’veux plus qu’tu parles à mes amis | No longer shall you poison the wells of my friendships, |
| Avec ta vilaine gueule de truie | With your swine’s visage, vulgar and obscene, |
| Enfoirée, enfoirée | Wretch—wretch—your name spat like bitter herbs, |
| Reviens surtout pas chialer | Do not return in tears, let no salt stain your path, |
| Enfoirée, enfoirée | Wretch—wretch—your name is a curse in the rafters, |
| Reviens surtout pas chialer | Do not return in tears, for mercy is burned to ash, |
| Tu m’as largué t’as décidé | You cast me aside, decreed my winter exile, |
| Alors maintenant faut assumer | So now—bear it, bear the weight of your decree, |
| Et rallumer le feu | And strike the flint, rekindle the ashes’ last gold, |
| Rallumer le feu | Rekindle the fire—a red tongue against forgetting, |
| Rallumer le feu | Rekindle the fire—its fever the sole witness, |
| Rallumer le feu | Rekindle the fire—let its embers judge us both, |
| Tu dégages | Be gone, your shadow lingers like rot in a cell, |
| Tu dégages | Be gone, as the tide drags refuse from shore, |
| Tu dégages | Be gone, the hush after thunder, |
| Tu dégages | Be gone, as a shroud falls on hope, |
| Tu dégages | Be gone, your echo empties the room, |
| (etc) | (etc) |
| (etc) | (etc) |
| Cindy, toi aussi | Cindy, you as well—your laughter hollow as a cracked bell, |
| T’es tellement conne c’est d’l’hérésie | Your foolishness is blasphemy, a sacrilege scrawled on cathedral stone, |
| Tu dégages, j’veux plus t’voir | Be gone, I do not wish to see you’s shadow cross my days, |
| Tu passes demain prendre ton bazar | Tomorrow you will come—collect your junk, your relics of the storm, |
| Ton merdier, tu fous l’camp | Your chaos—let it vanish, swept into exile, |
| Fallait pas v’nir chez mes parents | You should never have trodden the hearth of my parents, |
| Tu t’fous d’ma gueule tu vas payer | You mock me—now the scales will balance in fire, |
| J’vais t’faire bouffer tes dents d’droguée | I’ll make you taste your own teeth, broken by the dust of poisons, |
| J’veux plus te croiser dans les soirées | Never again do I wish your silhouette at feasts, |
| Sinon j’vais finir par taper | Or I shall, at last, become my own storm, my fist a verdict, |
| J’veux plus qu’tu parles à mes amis | No longer shall you poison the wells of my friendships, |
| Avec ta vilaine gueule de truie | With your swine’s visage, vulgar and obscene, |
| Enfoirée, enfoirée | Wretch—wretch—your name spat like bitter herbs, |
| Reviens surtout pas chialer | Do not return in tears, let no salt stain your path, |
| Enfoirée, enfoirée | Wretch—wretch—your name is a curse in the rafters, |
| Reviens surtout pas chialer | Do not return in tears, for mercy is burned to ash, |
| Tu m’as largué t’as décidé | You cast me aside, decreed my winter exile, |
| Alors maintenant faut assumer | So now—bear it, bear the weight of your decree, |
| Et rallumer le feu | And strike the flint, rekindle the ashes’ last gold, |
| Rallumer le feu | Rekindle the fire—a red tongue against forgetting, |
| Rallumer le feu | Rekindle the fire—its fever the sole witness, |
| Rallumer le feu | Rekindle the fire—let its embers judge us both, |