Je voudrais pas crever

Before having known The black mexican dogs Who sleep without dreaming The butt-naked monkeys Gobbling up tropics The silver spiders in Webs riddled with bubbles I wouldn't want to die Not knowing if the moon Behind its fake nickel look Has a sharper side If the sun is cold If the four seasons Are really only four Not having tried To wear a dress On the boulevards Not having peeped Through a sewer peephole Not having put my dick Inside weirdo corners I wouldn't want to end Without experiencing leprosy Or the seven diseases One catches over there Neither the good nor the bad Would cause me some sorrow If if if I knew that I would get it firsthand And there iz also Everything I know Everything I like That I know that I like The green bottom of the sea Where the seaweeds waltz On the rippled sand The burnt grass in June The crackling earth The smell of conifers And the kisses of the one She's this and she's that The belle here she comes My bearcub, Ursula I wouldn't want to die Before having used up Her mouth with my mouth Her body with my hands The rest with my eyes I say no more one should Remain polite I wouldn't want to fade Without someone inventing Eternal roses The two hour day The sea at the mountain The mountain at the sea The end of pain Newspapers in color All children happy And so many other tricks That sleep inside the brains Of genius engineers Of jovial gardeners Of concerned socialists Of urban urbanists And of thoughtful thinkers So many things to see To see and to hear So much time to wait Searching in the dark And me I see the end It swarms and it comes closer With its ugly face And it opens its arms to me Like a cripplety frog I wouldn't want to die No sir no madam Before having tested The taste which torments me The taste which is the strongest I wouldn't want to die Before having tasted The flavour of death...

Boris Vian