CHUT... [English translation]

Hush... My wings are quivering

when they talk about travels.

I am old enough to fly quite high.

My ancestors are to blame

for my liking for shores and words.

My ancestors are to blame

for the feathers on my back...

On my belly or on my back

I'm flying, I am the bird.

I climb in a spin,

I fall

like a birch leaf.

I swirl, I let go.

I am free, I am the bird.

I am free, I am the bird.

Every evening, I touch the very horizon.

I rest my neck on it, I lay down on it

and inside my body, thoughts of

infinity and love roam.

In the early morning I flee

following all winds

riding the ocean

like a kite.

On my belly or on my back

I'm flying, I am the bird.

I climb in a spin,

I fall

like a birch leaf.

I swirl, I let go.

I am free, I am the bird.

I am free, I am the bird.

• Artist:Riff Cohen
• Album:A Paris