Les courants d'air [English translation]

In the drafts, she threw the ink

The words she put on the blank page

In the bad wind, it looks like they're dancing

In fragile rounds, bursting the silence

She stayed there in the drafts

The complaint seemed to him infinite

There was not a sound in the whole plain

Just that damn wind that sang this...

What good wind brings you to your sad fate?

Little mermaid at the entrance of harbor

If the boat sinks do not tie you

To the sailors who will go to the pit of your arms

She stayed there in the drafts

The complaint seemed to him infinite

There was not a sound in the whole plain

Always this damn wind that sang this...

Whoever comes into the port one day will go away

Once again he will listen

The sea and the land will be dignities

Who will claim what they have lent

It will stay there in the drafts

The complaint will seem infinite

There won’t be a noise in the whole plain

Just that damn wind that will sing...

Who will say the lot of the one who remains

Both feet in the water at the edge of the wind

Without further prayer or hope

That comforts him from the other who will return

• Artist:Cécile Corbel
• Album:Vagabonde