My sleepless nights
Are not blank
Hardly clear
Scattered with stars
Little holes
In the waterproof canvas
Sad spangles on the sail
And me, enchanted by the darkness
I spend endless hours
Counting funeral sheep
Which paper my insomnia

Ah, midnight is here
Ah, I'm not asleep

And less I sleep and more I think
And more I think and less I forget
The immense stalemate, the immense space
Which get along at the foot of my bed
It's incredible all these silences
It's cosmic this boredom
Should I resort to science?
To numb the insomnia?

Ah, midnight is here
Ah, I'm not asleep

And then past midnight I dance
To the rhythm of the tachycardia
And everything loses control and everything balances
And everything spreads out and everything escapes me
The moon is a slightly rancid fruit
Life is a sickness
Those who dream are really lucky
The others have insomnia

Those who dream are really lucky
The others have insomnia
Those who dream are really lucky
As for me, I have insomnia

Ah, midnight is here
Ah, I'm not asleep
Ah, midnight is here
I'm not asleep
I'm not asleep
I'm not asleep
I'm not asleep
I'm not asleep
I'm not asleep