La Rupture - Philippe Sarde

Windows doors walls and carpets chairs tables and flowers bread wine
Butter and jam fries meat beans and all spices
I've lost the taste of these things for two weeks now
I'm just waiting for a cup of dirty snow
Airports railroad stations highways streets and foggy lines
Traffic lights cars and planes boats bicycles and walkers
Now I'm wondering blind in the city
I'm surrounded by towers made of dirty snow
Faces ears and bellies backsides legs fingers and feet
Sweat tears dripping bodies parties someone is f**ked up
Now I'm quiet in this snow snowy country
I'm hanging on until I am old just older than now