- written in spoken québécois French... evidently not literary French, so translation tools will no doubt massacre this one... got to admit, I get a serious kick checking the translations...

j'sais tellement p'us

quoi dire, ça fait dur.

j'y pense, j'y pense,

mais y'a rien à faire,

y'a rien.

i so don't know

what to say anymore, it's ridiculous.

i think about it, i think on it,

but there's nothing to be done,

there's nothing.

j'te dis, c'est vide.

j'ai beau chercher,

ça m'vient juste pas.

desfois j'pense

qu'c'est perdu

i'm telling you, it's empty.

no matter how much i look,

it's just not coming to me.

sometimes i think

that it's gone

et qu'ça reviendra

p'us, jamais.

j'peux pas dire qu'ça

m'fait sentir super,

mais j'arrive pas

and that it'll never

come back, ever.

i can't say that

makes me feel great,

but i'm not managing

à passer par-d'ssus,

quand même.

j'me sens pris,

p'is les mots jouent

à ' cachette.

to step over it,

anyway.

i feel stuck,

and words are playing

hide and seek.

un osti d'beau mélange, ouin.

it's quite the beautiful mix, yeah.