Sirene

Their song keeps the city awake,
Plexiglass throats.
Intermittent stars on the boulevard,
Plastic rainbows.
They're coming, and they're for you.
They're calling you, and they want you.
Listen, they're singing just for you.
They're getting closer.

The biggest dream is to walk on your own legs,
Like sirens.
Injections of confidence, but they can't find the veins,
Covered in scales, like sirens.
I have to revive myself in an unconscious country,
Craving seasickness, because nothing moves.
Drinking like sirens, like ethylene,
If it's convenient, good, otherwise, take it as it comes.

Watching the dawn with tired faces,
With water in our throats dreaming of gills.
We are subject to the wear of time,
But even more to that of banks.
If you hit rock bottom, you'll come back up,
But often the pearls are deep in the depths.
In the face of bad luck, appear cordial,
Never bleed in front of sharks.
They are big fish with refined palates,
The raw reality, bikinis and sashimi.
With the sea, the flaws, with live octopuses,
Calm the waters with sedatives.
It's a vicious circle, not a polar circle,
With more 35s than in naval battle.
The more you try to swim, the more they want to drown you.
They'll tell you hands up when you're in deep water.

They're coming, and they're for you.
They're calling you, and they want you.
Listen, they're singing just for you.
They're getting closer.

Ulysses tied himself to resist,
You must resist to not be tied up.
You must not drown, but you must train.
Endurance races, official audience.
Roadblocks at the border,
Barricades, coral barriers.
With lowered gazes on a frost of rocks,
It leads you to look at the starfish.

Their song keeps the city awake,
Plexiglass throats.
Intermittent stars on the boulevard,
Plastic rainbows.
They're coming, and they're for you.
They're calling you, and they want you.
Listen, they're singing just for you.
They're getting closer.