Lyrics: Tonight, you see, pain is an offering When it is sincere, I yield The frame is wobbly And the jackals manage it The only thing that matters is the perspective to look at But if the yolk of the mixture Temporarily covers the ceiling Of the chapel and the damned Then we'll have to kneel and wait For it to merge like reversed watercolor But tonight, you make me surrender The beach to the allies, like an exchange Like exchanging picture cards In classes oppressed by the psyche Honey drips on your ribs The pig is grilled, too salty We look at each other and yes, we change So we'll have to decide But we already know That if we choose the Swiss army knife When we grow up, we would like To have the blade on our thighs So that the sky turns red, orange So that my throat opens up and gets a beating The island without virgin wandering We never fished there The cardboard boxes will remain tightly sealed The ones we never set free I will redo my [?] Take note of every window I know the balance and the due date Yet I have the impression That there's nothing to pay That there's nothing to pay The Normandy glass is very cloudy And the lake water is expired The dogs are well-behaved My short breath can no longer call them Once the distance is passed The crescendo is passionate From the shore to the deaf crows My pain is fertilized I take a breath, hit the road Our spices and my wise one I cut myself like one cuts The veins of wind in the staircase. Julien Doré's song "Porc Grillé" is open to interpretation, as its lyrics are abstract and poetic. The song appears to touch upon themes of pain, sacrifice, and transformation. The use of symbolism, metaphors, and vivid imagery creates a mysterious and introspective atmosphere. The lyrics suggest a sense of longing, self-reflection, and the desire for change. However, the exact meaning of the song may vary depending on the listener's interpretation.
