My sleepless nights are not white, barely clear Dotted with stars Little holes in the tight fabric Sad sequins on the veil And me, bewitched by darkness I spend endless hours Counting the funereal sheep That line my insomnia Ah, midnight is here Ah, I can't sleep And the less I sleep, the more I think And the more I think, the less I forget The immense dead end, the immense space That stretches at the bottom of my bed It's unheard of all these silences How cosmic this boredom is Should I resort to science? Anesthetize insomnia? Ah, midnight is here Ah, I can't sleep And then after midnight, I dance To the beat of tachycardias And everything speeds up and everything sways And everything sprawls and everything eludes me The moon is a slightly rotten fruit Life is a disease Those who dream are very lucky Others have insomnia Those who dream are very lucky Others have insomnia Those who dream are very lucky As for me, I have insomnia Ah, midnight is here Ah, I can't sleep Ah, midnight is here Ah, I can't sleep I can't sleep I can't sleep I can't sleep Can't sleep [POMME, spoken] I can't sleep