[Boredom played with a fire extinguisher
Is it in the Plain that the fire burns?
A scooter was found flat on its back
And traces of a teenager’s flesh]

I ran like a letter in the wind
Scratching my way through the accidental flowers
A liquor of gas oil electrified the A41
I dispersed the spores of a stroke of the brake

Here the sky turns pink as night approaches
The cars emptied by Total
Rushing into the curtain of a fatal future
And the metal sheets address me in an inert language

[Boredom played with a fire extinguisher
Is it in the Plain that the fire burns?
A scooter was found flat on its back
And the traces of flesh of a teenager]

It stands before me like an angel of stone:
The grandiose building with glass pupils
Flattening the earth with its immense stature,
The Carrefour wildly awaits the night

Drowned in the lakes of flagstones, plexiglass, steel
I did not touch the lights of this artificial night
Nor the necklaces plated with shiny labels,
Nor the cold fabrics like the hands of a dead woman

[Boredom played with a fire extinguisher
Is it in the Plain that the fire burns?
A scooter was found flat on its back
And the traces of flesh of a teenager]

The soggy morning brought me back to town
On Saturday several slogans, one party
A woman handed me a yellowed rose
Subdivisions in fertile grids

Salads shining like zircons
In this suburb near Paris
Politics lights up like a candle
To the oblique flame of profit

[Boredom played with a fire extinguisher
Is it in the Plain that the fire burns?
A scooter was found flat on its back
And the traces of flesh of a teenager]