Le gouffre [English translation]

The hair flying in the wind

She went fearlessly

to the foamy howling gulf

on her bear feet

And the drunkenness of the noises

in her naive eyes

masks her from the dangers

of the strong tides

All her being vibrated

through the splendid sound

without any worries of perils

by this unknown age.

Shivering under the showers

from the big Large that came*

with the muted death

Relentless and stupid

Then, through the roaring sound

from the rocking reef

under her froth tomb

She appealed

by some weak cries

by injured dove

But the child who believed

is not heard

The God exist leaning

over her frozen lips

Responding while smiling

to the distraught appeal

• Artist:Gérald de Palmas
• Album:Les Indispensables