La dame-oiselle [English translation]

My bird has got late,

even though I prayed every day.

Too much fog on its flight path,

it had to make a huge detour.

My bird has come home,

yet it had no gift for me.

The stupid twat must have dropped it

I'm going to check on the roof.

In the mean time I muse about that kind of person

who would let the maiden die out inside me.

This little token for my being to become whole,

the only thing I would like

is that it looked like you.

The bells have ringed early

I rushed into the courtyard

but my belly was flat:

they had played a trick on me.

In the mean time I muse about that kind of person

who would let the maiden die out inside me.

This little token for my being to become whole,

the only thing I would like

is that it looked like you.

I overturned every single stone,

I searched the whole house,

and (I found) on my doorstep

the germ of a rose.

I slipped it under my pillow,

for it to bloom, to brood.

I shut my eyes so tight,

crossed my fingers hard enough

to break my knuckles.

I appealed to the gods, heavens

and angels for me to find

when I wake up, under the cotton bed

a little you.

In the mean time I muse about that kind of person

who would let the maiden die out inside me

to create a mother

and make me whole.

The only thing I would like

is that it looked like you.

The only thing I would like

is that it looked like you.

• Artist:Olivia Ruiz
• Album:À nos corps-aimants (2016)