La Superbe

We remain, thank God, at the mercy
Of a conifer,
Of an unprecedented silence,
Of a quickie,
The sun is sitting on the wrong side of the sea, what an adventure, what an adventure..
We remain, thank God, at the mercy
Of a bus shelter,
Don't stay here, we hear
The Angelus ringing,
The sun is pretty,
Sadder than the Gruss circus,
What an adventure, what an adventure..

We remain, thank God, at the mercy
Of a gear,
Of a glass of Campari,
At the crew's good will,
Paris is so small when we regain it
By swimming, what an adventure, what an adventure..

We stroll, we sniff,
We sniff the singular flame..
We win, we lose,
We lose the win, the superb...

We remain, thank God, at the mercy
Of filthy love,
Of a simple denial,
Of a bad life,
Of a bad streak,
The silence is as heavy
As a passing aircraft carrier,
What an adventure, what an adventure..

We remain, thank God, at the mercy
Of a sacrifice,
Of a death on credit,
Of a prejudice born of a bias,
The sun flees,
Like a suddenly slipping soap,
What an adventure, what an adventure..

We stroll, we sniff,
We sniff the singular flame..
We win, we lose,
We lose the win, the superb...

We remain, thank God, at the mercy
Of a Nembutal,
Of the decrepit ceiling,
That we observe horizontally,
The sun has gone,
The snow falls on the slabs,
What an adventure, what an adventure..

We remain, thank God, at the mercy
Of a lamppost,
Of a dormant pain,
Of a chaste spleen on a winter evening,
Old age, the enemy,
Remains the only cornerstone,
What an adventure, what an adventure..

We stroll, we sniff,
We sniff the familiar flame..
We win, we lose,
We lose the win, the superb...

We remain, thank God, at the mercy
Of a spark,
Somewhere in Paris,
In the depths of a hotel bar,
In the next life,
I dream of remaining faithful,
What an adventure, what an adventure..

The superb, the superb, the superb