Le Désespoir Des Singes

I wish I knew the lyrics in English, in any case it's amazing.

Through open books on pages That look too white In the mouth, the bitter taste Of days past the expires

When envy mixes with fever Hustling the logic of things Picture it like the way of the Cross without crosses Like a desert crossing And some needs to satisfy Pages to black out, history to be created Weary of crossed vains

This is my attempt at a poetic translation;

Through an open book's pages. Appearing too white. In the mouth, a bitter taste. Of tomorrow's realization.

When desire mixes with fever, And upsets the logic of things. Consider all this a Way of the Cross without the cross, Like crossing a desert. And some needs to be met. Pages darkening, a story to be. Tired of empty crossings.

What I believe the lyrics mean;

A travers des livres ouverts à des pages. The open book representing the narrator's life. Qui paraissent trop blanches. The pages are blank indicating nothing has become of them. No achievement. They have no story to tell. Dans la bouche, le goût amer. Des lendemains d’échéances. A bitter taste in the mouth is dreading what tomorrow brings.

Quand l’envie se mêle à la fièvre, Bousculer la logique des choses. When desires become mixed with fever (mental illness?) everything becomes disturbed and illogical. Envisager tout ça comme un chemin de croix sans croix, Consider it a Way of the Cross, the journey of Jesus bearing the cross, without the physical cross. Just the person's loneliness burdened upon them. Comme une traversée du désert. Like crossing (traversing) a desert is a phrase used to describe a difficult time in someone's life. Et quelques besoins à satisfaire. Needs to be satisfied, loneliness to be addressed.

Des pages à noircir, une histoire à se faire. The pages are darkening and there is a story to be written, as in there are things to be achieved. Lassé des traversées vaines. Tired of bearing the burden of loneliness. The empty crossings.