Je me décore à titre posthume du désordre. J’ai le regret à la joie mélé d’être tombé au champs. L’été, fallait se mettre en vacances de la vie, puisqu’il n’y en a pas ici. Il n’y en a pas ici, on se décore à titre posthume. Le bonheur en France, c’est nos feux d’artifices, si le bonheur en rance, c’est nos feux d’artifices, fallait prendre la bastille plus d’une fois.

Translated: I posthumously decorate myself of disorder. i'm sorry and happy to have fallen in action. In the summer, we should have taken a vacation from life, as there's none here. There's none here, we posthumously decorate ourselves. If happiness in france is our fireworks, we should have taken the bastille more than once.

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