Au pays des fleurs de la transe [English translation]
Au pays des fleurs de la transe [English translation]
The dragonfly on my forehead
The eye hidden inside my closed hands
I will go headfirst into the fields of white paths
To find the eyes of my brother
Because there is nothing left now
Nothing but a few memories
Of the thorniest moments of my life
Of the eternal circle which is getting older
And if always, just like in the past,
It comes back to bring me down
I will walk, bare-footed,
Into the forest of the unloved ones
The ghostly saga begins
Ìn the country of the flowers of the trance
My hair hanging in the wind
I will go away feet first,
My smile bitter and irreverent,
Into the country of the flowers of trance
Goodbye, euphoria
Goodbye, influence
Goodbye, survivors of luck
I will trim my beard with barbed wire
I will trim my beard with barbed wire
I will walk, bare-footed, into the forest of the unloved ones
Blinded by the greatness of the blurred white
To pick the already wilted flower of some years downtrodded
By people walking in the deserted paths of disenchanted regrets
In the forest of the unloved ones
In the forest of the unloved ones
Quick, let the past get down on its knees
Quick, the forgotten loves
I will trim my beard with barbed wire
I will trim my beard with barbed wire
- Artist:Pierre Lapointe
- Album:La forêt des mal-aimés