À ciel ouvert [English translation]

Tell me something tender

For my heart in love

I'm tacking edge to edge

Weighted in existence

The runner is tired

Of drawn knives

Even if he's lucky

What do I know?

What's my thought on life?

The snow

Subdued the noises

Without certainty

Or promises in the morning

Lethargic, that's for sure

My hand on your buttocks

So I'm planting flowers

Others will harvest them for me

Sailboats of Madeira

The open heart

• Artist:Tim Dup
• Album:La course folle (2021)