Ariettes oubliées I : je devine à travers un murmure... [English translation]

Through a whisper I make out

The subtle outline of ancient voices

And in the musician glimmers,

Pale love, a future sunrise!

And delirious, my soul and my heart

Are now nothing more than some double eye

Where does tremble, through a blurred day,

The ariette, alas! of every lyre?

Oh, to die of this lonely death

How they leave - dear love scaring you -

Making young and older hours sway

Oh, to die of this swing!

• Artist:Les Discrets
• Album:Ariettes oubliées