Tallulah [English translation]

While the noise of our heels upon the drenched macadam resounds in the December night.

Then there needs to catch up with the lost time, time spent far from one another.

I'm a little feverish and you, you have this air a little pensive, you make this noise with your lips which I know by heart.

Words get scarces but whatever, silences also mean and we have all night.

While the sugared almond smell of our spirituous breath returns to us by the mist we expire

Then, tongues loosened, then we finally dare talking, saying things.

You left, I stayed, we changed. We shaped ourselves each to our side and I do not dare much saying this but often I miss you. And i'm glad at this moment to may merely look at you.

In my pocket a lighter, I'm making sparks in rounds of three,

odd reflex I know

And I would want this moment not to stop.

If the boat sinks, if the boat founders, I would be like your shadow.

You will always find me in your furrow, in the nasty moments as in the good ones.

And if the sky collapses, If the continents plunge, I would follow you even to your dreams.

You will always find me in your wake, in the straight lines and the turns.

While our faces numbed by the cold are shining under the nocturnal drizzle, then, we're having rambling chat just like that blessed time where you were sharing my life.

I still love what you are, in fact even more than before I believe now you are no more here. And more, there's something of brighter, of coloured, of more living I find that seduicing.

In my pocket a lighter, I'm making sparks in rounds of three

Odd reflex I know.

• Artist:Fauve ≠
• Album:Vieux frères – Partie 2 (2015)