Esprit de contradiction Mona adore sa maison de retraite
Elle mène les infirmières à la baguette, quand on l´oublie, elle crie
Yoko Ono, en plus petit

Nouvelle lubie, Mona boit 14 bouteilles d´eau par jour
Potomane, Mona désormais est potomane il ne manquait lus que ça
Les gens là bas sont patients

La Potomanie de Mona n´est pas une lubie passagère
Les bouteilles vides s´entassent planquées sous son lit
A force de boire son corps n´accroche plus rien, tout est dilué

J´ai soulevé des montagnes, il y avait du sable
J´ai creusé le sable, il y avait de l´eau
J´ai bu toute l´eau mais tu étais là

J´ai beau lui parler  rien n´y fait, Mona se noie de l´intérieur
Quand l´eau aura dépassé le niveau maximum journalier
Le corps ne pourra plus rien absorber, l´eau deviendra toxique
Mona s´asphyxie lentement

I felt quite accurately that these must certainly be my final moments
That this was the closing chapter of my really relatively short life
I felt as if I was travelling down
Down, very dark and forever down
For seemingly such a very long time
And it wasn´t unpleasant but from this awareness that one´s head was terribly constricted
And I saw this bright light just this one here as people described

As I continued sinking deeper and deeper below the surface
And one does think about one´s life
Quite clearly about one´s life
As if it might be when one´s observing a film
Or flicking through a book at speed
The episodes of my life all laid before me
And the faces, strangely peaceful
I did not feel any panic
Over the expectancy one feels may be the usual over one´s final moments
Just this discomfort
This awareness of the constriction of one´s head
Getting tighter and tighter as one felt as if one´s head was bursting
I observed the history of myself unfolding as I descended
And I generally did not think to ever ascend

I felt that really I must breathe, eminently
But had this awareness that when I did
It would be water
Of course.