Autre Temps
Alcest
Another Time
A distant prayer carried by the evening wind
Animates the leaves in their languid dance
It's the song of the old trees sung for you
For these dark woods now asleep
Without waiting for us, so many seasons have passed
The golden leaves going to die on the ground
Will be reborn one day under a radiant sky
But our eroded world will remain the same
And tomorrow you and I will be gone
