L'or Et La Poussière
Elsa
Gold And Dust
Between gold and dust
Empty-handed and without reference points
Without looking back
I slide alone
I slide alone
I believe a little too much in the flesh
To rely on prayer
I'm not afraid to see hell
Without the shadow, this light
The line is delicate
Like a spider's web
A bubble that bursts
A wound that can bleed
Between gold and dust
I have erased the border
I am the worm and the fruit
I become what I am
I believe a little too much in the flesh
To pour myself out in prayer
I'm not afraid to see hell
Your name, the light
The line is delicate
Like a spider's web
A bubble that bursts
A wound that can bleed
If the earth is still there
The moment will guide the steps
I expect nothing beyond
The sky is too high for me
Between gold and dust
I have no Choices to be made
Dear to chance, I get lost
Between the water and the desert
The line is delicate (I'm not afraid to see hell)
Like a spider's web (I believe a little too much in the flesh)
A bubble that bursts (I'm not afraid to see hell)
A wound that can bleed
The line is delicate (I'm not afraid to see hell)
Like a spider's web (I believe a little too much in the flesh)
A bubble that bursts (I'm not afraid to see hell)
A wound that can bleed
The line is delicate
Like a spider's web
A bubble that bursts
A wound that can bleed
