Septembre et ses dernières pensées [English translation]

I really don't think we will do thay journey

beyond these bright and ever clearer skies,

protected, out of shadow's reach.

I can hardly picture us as forever wandering souls,

aiming for a paradise made invisible, just like us, by an excess of light.

Sifting through memories, we shut ourselves out of eternity.

The body bends down slowly as hope withers.

Only the marks of time remain visible as they draw us nearer to our tomb hiding in wait.

• Artist:Les Discrets
• Album:Septembre et ses dernières pensées