Le mouvement perpétuel [English translation]

They’ve tumbled down,

They hang to the walls,

From a wall, which under their fingers turns into the ground,

Fragile and humid.

They aspire to fill this emptiness,

In order to slow down...

In order to slow down...

Eternal fall,

In the profundities, into the smells of the past,

Over there, there are wandering souls,

The ones of other time.

Back, upside down,

The reversed falldown,

And the light appears...

Dug in the clarity,

It becomes the hope,

To see for a while this inaccessible inexpressible.

• Artist:Les Discrets
• Album:Ariettes oubliées