Bienvenue Chez Moi

These four plastic walls
Are painted with paper and piles of Bic
Piles of half-dead leaves
Half bourgeois or half strong
One day green, one day brown,
Black, yellow, red and one day feathers.
In a light mood, in a deep mood,
In a bitter mood, welcome home...

In a venerable mood, in a holy mood,
But also true and therefore vulgar.
Both raw and pure,
Both lax and harsh.
Both low and high,
Both soft and hoarse.
Both Jazz, Rock and Electro.

Welcome to my home... (x4)
At home, at home, at home, ... (x ...)

In my four walls, there are lots of things.
Few books but lots of prose.
Too many thoughts for so little writing,
And so few countries for so many roses.

There are dirty “yellow” ones, dirty “black” ones,
Dirty “reds” and dirty “whites”,
Above all, there are only big bastards who have turned blood red.

Welcome to my home...

Like me, like you, like us,
Dog men become wolf men.
Hyena women, wanting to be beautiful,
and even more superb to drive each other crazy... to drive each other crazy!
To make ourselves stupid, to sell ourselves as good, to act like everyone.

And these imbeciles, well, always run, and that's love!

Welcome to my home.... (x4)
at my place... (x...)