Noir Désir & Brigitte Fontaine – L'Europe [English subtitles CC]

The boars are loose I say again: the boars are loose Small bossy fry congregate in diamond rivers Twice The roses of Europe are Satan’s feast I say again: the roses of Europe are Satan’s feast We are currently working for Europe We are currently working for Europe We are currently working for Europe We are currently working for Europe and possibly for the world Dear old Europe, dear old continent, domineering whore, aristocratic and libertarian, middle-class and proletarian Crimson and dolled up with great centuries and staggering collossuses See how hunched your shoulders are, no way to brush away in one fell sweep the old dandruff, yesterday’s dead skin and tabula rasa Seen from there you might think you see noble rot in stagnant water this smell of sulphur still lingers in the air. Filthy old Europe The one that between and even during world wars fondled, for their own good the bellies of faraway lands and, cock in hand, sprinkled the native cunts with its sperm Can we recover from that? We can recover from anything, even endless falls We managed to rise, we managed to go down, we can stop and we can start again Europe of enlightement or obscurement hardly a few fireflies in a shadow play Hardly a spark in the night, that settles and then gets a grip on itself And then the new dawn, after the childhood crimes, the youthful errors, we no loger rip the golden dragonflies’ wings off We are currently working for Europe and possibly for the world Amnesty, amnesty or else amnesia, what the hell will that matter We have to press on anyway, speed up, comrade,

and also let’s achieve something, surely that will do some good! Being materialistic, we cannot possibly be wrong Some tangible achievements then, up to overdose, some rationality till we die, an irrefutable logic but still no meaning whatsoever Hey you, princess of History in your forced march, going through your centuries-old arches we end up lost Possibly for the world We are currently working for Europe We went from your past mysteries, past mysteries, we went from your past mysteries to technocratic charms And so Europe and so Europe and so Europe Brussels, Schengen, Strasbourg, Maastricht, GDP, GDP, EEC, Euratom, OECD and GATT Protect us, markets, from this common friend of so small a world Unique eurocurrency, Nasdaq and CAC 40, orgiac, idyllic, do some poetry Back the culture, produce some shows and entertainment, as our brothers from over the Atlantic use to say. Gotcha! (they’re just) former Europeans New masters of the world while the Asian dragon dreams and stretches It’s handsome and powerful, it gently spits fire while Ernest Antoine Seillère steps on the stage and avows us. He loves us and says: “Contrary to politicians, we don’t yield to street pressure” and shouts from the crowd can be heard in the distance The nice overall moves, the glorious parades and the class struggle too And now seriously, eh baby, seriously, we no longer believe in anything We start this buisness from the ground up and that’s it, we are not riding Pegasus that was for bliss, (but) it’s over Extension, expansion if possible, but no dream as we only are the driving forces Dough comes first, baby, and the rest will follow, and the rest will come, that’s what they say In believe in this golden age of the world-eaters Dear old Europe, your head is hardly aware of your legs, and those often don’t understand your arms. How was that supposed to work, already? How does a body alienated to its body work? We don’t know, we don’t care We kiss each other all the same, and rightly so Filthy old Europe, do you remember brute force, you moody West Hot war, cold war, and at last no war at all, out of sheer exhaustion We are currently working for Europe “efficiency schools” gallore and here are the CEOs Founders of Global Business Dialogue or Electronic commerce to trample with a giggle all exceptions, starting with the cultural thingie Producers and consumer businesses, from producer to consumer From producer to consummer, and middle men crawling all around You soul has been worn out on this endless path and on this to and fro and come on let’s go We should take advantage of it too, why shoudn’t we? It will be ok then There will be enough for everyone, enough for everyone, we said for everyone, for everyone, for everyone my ass! We are currently working for Europe Possibly for the world How high will you build your fortifications? How far will you move your new remparts? Something got stuck in your throat and we want to spit, but of course, there’s nothing to it, please do, Madam call upon us because not everything is lost, not the entirety of your dawn myths is lost, here the sun shines for all and we believe in that We are currently working for Europe and possibly for the world Something got stuck in your throat and we want to spit,

but of course, there’s nothing to it, please do, Madam, call upon us because not everything is lost, not the entirety of your dawn myths is lost, here the sun shines for all and we believe in that Syphilis on your faces I say again: Syphilis on your faces The sighs of the saint and the cries of the fairy are no longer heard at the bankers’ feast Once The hermit’s cauldron is full of rubies I say again: The hermit’s cauldron is full of rubies Old Europe is the Madam of little girls pedophelia Twice When the sirens go quiet, the birds of prey bawl I say again: when the sirens go quiet, the birds of prey bawl The red and the black of tortures are the flowers of evil I say again: The red and the black of tortures are the flowers of evil The day of the Occident is the night of the Orient Twice The day of the Occident is the night of the Orient I’m not one to wave flags around, but still France is the queen of cheese Tryphon Tournesol is a zouave Six times Spilt blood is the fair’s giants’ cup of tea Twice It’s raining cats and dogs on the Concorde It’s raining cats and dogs on the Concorde The good little girls are Europe’s elected representatives I say again: the good little girls are Europe’s elected representatives Fuck safety! Twice Megalomania kills mocking blackbirds I say again: megalomania kills mocking blackbirds If you no longer find anything, look for something else Peace in Switzerland

I say again: Peace in Switzerland The blood wedding is setting the horizon on fire Twice Europe’s mascara is dripping on the dickeys Twice We are currently working for Europe Life begins now, and now, and now Europe is a small mortal goddess Twice Art’s childhood is a sunrise I say again: Art’s childhood is a sunrise and possibly for the world We are currently working for Europe