Septembre, en attendant [English translation]

Just enough time to flutter one's eyelashes,

A breath, a blue glow,

One moment, what more,

The balance is fragile.

I've seen everything,

I have learned nothing.

While your shadow

Slowly leaves you

Do you hear the others fighting

At the periphery?

And even if your eyes

Dissolve the comets

Passing one by one

Through my head.

I still think,

I think.

At this time we were barely listening

Click-cluck clocks.

Now I speak to you,

Unfettered ... it circulates.

In September, pending further

Carnages, may comes the limit.

I still think,

I think.

Together now

we may abscond,

Missing, pschitt,

Before they made 'phew'.

I still think,

I think.

• Artist:Noir Désir
• Album:666 667 Club