Je ne suis qu'une forme aux contours incertains
Avec un regard morne un tantinet hautain
J'avance à l'aveuglette et je suis mal luné
Une pièce sans fenêtre avec vue sur mes pieds

À force de malentendus je suis mal-entendant
Et ces déjà-vus me rendent malveillant
Je ne fume plus mais je pars en cendres
Combien de temps me faudra-t-il encore t'attendre

Je l'entends bien souvent le soir murmurer
Prendre á tèmoin le ciment des murs abîmés
Il leur promet du beau mais il se sent bien laid
En face de sa photo sur la table de chevet

À force de malentendus je suis mal-entendant
Et ces déjà-vus me rendent malveillant
Je ne fume plus mais je pars en cendres
Combien de temps me faudra-t-il encore t'attendre

Je ne fume plus mais je pars en cendres


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    General CommentI'm surprised nobody commented on this song yet, it's one of my favourites by Emilie Simon, and probably one of the saddest ones. I love the "crackling fire sound effects", and the lyrics are really beautiful and bitter, though I don't get it all (like the part about a mysterious "he"), and it overalls speaks of quiet depression, heartache and a person giving up on life and slowly crumbling. I especially like the "je ne fume plus: I don't smoke anymore..." line.

    Here's a rough translation, if anyone's interested ^^

    I am only a shape with vague outlines
    With a gloomy gaze, slightly haughty
    I advance blindly and I am grumpy
    A room without windows with view on my feet

    Chorus :
    By dint of misunderstandings I am hearing-impaired (originally a pun on the words malentendu-misunderstanding/malentendant-hearing-impaired)
    And these déjà-vus make me malicious
    I don’t smoke anymore but I’m going up in ashes (the original one resembles « going up in smoke/flames except it’s ashes)
    How long will I still have to wait for you

    I often hear him whispering on the evening
    Taking for witness the cement of the damaged walls
    He promises them beauty but he feels so ugly
    In front of his(/her) picture on the bedside table

    Chorus

    I don't smoke anymore but I'm going up in ashes...
    lullaby12on October 11, 2009   Link

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