Tonight probably my soul
Enslaved, worn down by grief,
Feel the need to escape the prison of flesh.
Very far from us, in our time,
She joined work in the stars.
They speak to him of his own existence
In words pure and silent
And show him a path
Leading to unknown harbors
Between heaven and earth.
These regions lontaines,
Where the tall grass in the fields ruddy
Ever waltz with light;
Where can freely roam
All the memories of our lives on Earth
That the time has wanted to erase avenger.
Alcest - Travels of the Soul
Tonight probably my soul Enslaved, worn down by grief, Feel the need to escape the prison of flesh. Very far from us, in our time, She joined work in the stars.
They speak to him of his own existence In words pure and silent And show him a path Leading to unknown harbors Between heaven and earth.
These regions lontaines, Where the tall grass in the fields ruddy Ever waltz with light; Where can freely roam All the memories of our lives on Earth That the time has wanted to erase avenger.