Lirieke: Stereolab. Olv 26.

Depuis le temps que c'est promis
Nous irons tous au paradis-
C'est un appel sourd une promesse
Aveuglante qui noie la conscience;
Ce paradis me pese, son poids
Incommensurable abruti;
Ancree dans des strates profondes,
Une pulsion des plus alienantes;
Telle une fausse liberation,
Un etat de pure dependance;
Le paradis est derriere moi
Dans le ventre de ma maman-
Unchallenged myths, they lie heavy,
L'imaginaire is our worse enemy,
The paradise, what an idea !
A guardian still on duty.

Olv 26


Before the promised times
We were always in paradise
It's a name given to one promise
(.....)who kills conscience
The paradise I think of, it's weight
Incomprehensibly abrupt
(....) in these profound layers
(....) a false liberation
A state of pure dependence
The paradise is behind me
In the center of my mother-
Unchallenged myths, they lie heavy,
L'imaginaire is our worse enemy,
The paradise, what an idea !
A guardian still on duty.