Chandelle [English translation]

She, she’s straight out of a watercolour

With her old fashioned lace

She, she is beautiful as a ‘Stations of the Cross’ 1

She, the children call her Chandelle

Because she trembles with every step

But the prisoner is me

If she’s afraid, if she’s cold, so am I

Winter is made for us to hold each other close

And to hold each other silently

If she’s afraid, if she’s cold, so am I

Chandelle I am the first who calls her

The first to open my arms to her

As if at home she didn’t exist

And from her, I receive news

Carried by the birds that she sends me

“I’m far away but don’t worry yourself’

If she’s afraid, if she’s cold, so am I

Winter is made for us to hold each other close

And to hold each other silently

If she’s afraid, if she’s cold, so am I

But every one of her silences is deadly

Every one of her words carries you to the sky

Hey, from however far away you are

Stop if you hear me

You who run to make your body transparent

You who cries that life takes all your time

Hey, from however far away you are

Stop if you hear me

Chandelle, this is my song for you

My song for you

Chandelle, it’s always Christmas eve

When she returns to my side

And I’m not even sure that night fell

Between yesterday and today

1. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stations_of_the_Cross

• Artist:Francis Cabrel
• Album:Carte postale