Une prière lointaine que porte le vent du soir
Anime les feuilles dans leur danse alanguie.
C'est le chant des vieux arbres entonné pour toi,
Pour ces bois obscurs maintenant endormis.
Sans nous attendre tant de saisons ont passé;
Les feuilles dorées s'en allant mourir à terre
Renaîtront un jour sous un ciel radieux,
Mais notre monde érodé restera le même
Et demain toi et moi serons partis.

[English translation:]

A distant prayer, carried by the evening wind
Enlivens leaves in their languid dance.
Hear the song of the old trees, singing for you
For the dark, resting woods.
So many seasons have passed; they did not wait.
The golden leaves dying on the ground
Will be reborn under bright skies
As this weatherworn world remains the same,
And tomorrow, you and I will be gone.


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    My OpinionThis song is the first one we can listen on the album Les voyages de l'âme, Trips of the soul. It has a great shoegaze atmosphere. Lyrics are poetical and make me think of the impermanence, transience. The time having an unstoppable continuity. French words are very well chosen. Like a short piece of poetry. I think the translation in english lose some of its magical structure though.
    baleinejauneon June 03, 2015   Link

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