You know what, my friend? Fuck it.
Some people think it lame? Well, fuck it.
I ain't afraid to shout it: fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck it,
I want to be a tiny snail, and that’s it!
If I were a snail, I’d follow my own pace:
Slow, soft and savage.
No more useless race.
To my efficient feet, I bid goodbye.
Leave, and never come back!
I don’t need you, I have a home on my back
And the grass tickles my stomach.
What else should I need? I am a snail.
Stamp on my shell if you wish,
You grumpy o’clockish nut!
I will die the way I was born,
A slow, soft and savage spiral...
My horns will sail me to the moon and stars
Where I will dance, a constellation of the world.
Then, I hope you will stop and raise your eyes above time,
To look at me, gliding upon night.
When it happens, don’t be afraid to feel, slow, soft, and savage,