Sucrer Les Fraises

If there is a moment
That I cannot predict
The end of the race
Or the time of my departure
Who will hold my hand
Who will take my pulse
Who will change the water in the flowers
We close up shop
When destiny takes hold
With an angelic air
We must say goodbye
The great escape
Even without my suitcases
Without fanfare

I will go and sugar the strawberries
Up there on the cliff
One day
My kilos of impatience
Will find innocence
Around
A beyond
One day I will go
I will pitch my tent
In Eden or at Dante's
One day

Nothing will be able to prevent the pain
Neither the watchmaker
Nor the tears of a madeleine
The countdown
The long hourglass
The heart of the timer
Nothing will stop the appetite of time
And we, little by little
We will be nothing but Wind
Go on a journey
Not on the highway
Find weightlessness

I'll go sugar the strawberries
Up there on the cliff
One day
My kilos of impatience
Will find innocence
Around
A beyond
One day I'll go
I'll go pitch my tent
In Eden or in Dante's
One day
When the cup is full
Of tears and bad luck
Around
A beyond
One day I'll go