Dans Vos Airs

I dive into the features of my sleeping children
A reflection of pale melancholy lengthens
The calm of the night
So gently spreads
The languid gestures
Like a breath on branches

I lose myself
In your air
In your deserts
Your abysses
Feel my heart
How I die
Fear that the hour
Will ruin you

At my leisure I render
On paper your dreams
Which slowly murmur
Tender lies, no doubt
To know if it is
That one day I can free myself from you, my darlings
On this subject I ponder

I lose myself
In your air
In your deserts
Your abysses
Feel my heart
How I die
Fear that the hour
Will ruin you

They warned us
Of the risk of avalanches
But I remain numb
Captive this Sunday
If only for a moment
I wish that it continues
This captivating aura will last
In front of you, I lie down

I lose myself
In your air
In your deserts
Your abysses
Feel my heart
How I die
Fear that the hour
Will ruin you