Stereolab Enivrez-Vous Lyrics:
Il faut í ªtre toujours ivre. Tout est lí   : c'est
l'unique question. Pour ne pas sentir l'horrible
fardeau du Temps qui brise vos épaules et vous
penche vers la terre, il faut vous enivrer sans
trí ªve. Mais de quoi ? De vin, de poésie ou de
vertu, í   votre guise. Mais enivrez-vous. Et si
quelquefois, sur les marches d'un palais, sur
l'herbe verte d'un fossé, dans la solitude morne
de votre chambre, vous vous réveillez, l'ivresse
déjí   diminuée ou disparue, demandez au vent, í  
la vague, í   l'étoile, í   l'oiseau, í   l'horloge,
í   tout ce qui fuit, í   tout ce qui gémit, í  
tout ce qui roule, í   tout ce qui chante, í   tout
ce qui parle, demandez quelle heure il est ; et le
vent, la vague, l'étoile, l'oiseau, l'horloge,
vous répondront: "Il est l'heure de
s'enivrer ! Pour n'í ªtre pas les esclaves
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martyrisés du Temps, enivrez-vous; enivrez-vous
sans cesse ! De vin, de poésie ou de vertu, í  
votre guise." and the translation: Get Drunk!
One should always be drunk. That's all that
matters: that's our one imperative need. So as not
to feel Time's horrible burden that breaks your
shoulders and bows you down, you must get drunk
without ceasing. But what with? With wine, with
poetry, or with virtue, as you choose. But get
drunk. And if, at some time, on the steps of a
palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the
bleak solitude of your room, you are waking up
when drunkeness has already abated, ask the wind,
the wave, a star, the clock, all that which flees,
all that which groans, all that which rolls, all
that which sings, all that which speaks, ask them
what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the star,
the bird, the clock will reply: "It is time
to get drunk! So that you may not be the martyred
slaves of Time, get drunk, get drunk, and never
pause for rest! With wine, with poetry, or with
vitrtue, as you choose!"
Lyrics: Enivrez-Vous, Stereolab [end]