Après l'ombre [English translation]

This morning, near the forest

She was standing here next to me

Into the forests she rushes

Pulling me in her breath

In the land, no more steps

In the rocks, no more you

In the chapel trembles

A throat is shaken out

Take a scream from me, steal a life

Beyond the light

Obscure and Beautiful, I forget you

Lacking my soul, freed from your voice

• Artist:Les Discrets
• Album:Ariettes oubliées