Ciel de Normandie – au bord de toi.

Parole

Un soir,
La douce brise de tes mots
caresse ma peau de promeneuse solitaire.

Un après-midi,
sur la plage déserte de mon coeur
le déferlement pétillant de ton rire.

A midi,
la morsure solaire du désir de toi
et je rêve de ton navire,
vergue hissée et frémissante
pénétrant mon chenal aux bords humides et lisses.

Vient la nuit
et l’averse glacée du doute,
froideur cinglante du désenchantement,
de la hauteur de mes illusions,
le choc m’envoie par le fond.

Réfugiée dans un cocon de rêves,
c’est là que je te retrouve au matin,
quand se lève un vent doux et chaud,
musique porteuse d’espoirs
de tendresse et de plaisirs partagés…

Scared

Parole

In your eyes,
I see the ghosts of all men I’ve admired,
and kept at a distance.
I’ve accused them
not to love me
but was unable to love them.

I can’t stop listening to your voice,
in delight
and desperate hope.

I watch the shadows of love in movies
hear about life in songs
weave mine
in dreams.

Had to crawl myself out of the hole
– tears made religion –
in which I was born.

Looks like now,
I’m just scared.

Scared to stand.
Scared to love.
Scared to live.

Do stand.
Do love.
Do live.

Give me back my breath

Parole

don’t know who I am
’cause you’re out
I only feel alive
in the vibration of your voice

you’re in love with her teeth *Deer Tick – Twenty Miles
and your songs are for her
I can hear that music no more

Give me back my breath
Please, give me back my breath

Don’t leave me by myself
With my feelings in a mess
I need you to hold me in your eyes

or
just leave me alone and go away
I need to cry and forget you

Give me back my breath
Please, give me back my breath