Tallulah [English translation]

While the noise of our heels on the drenched tarmac resonated in the December night,

Well, we need to catch up for lost time, the time spent far from each other.

I'm a little feverish and you seem a little undecided, you're making that noise with your lips I know by heart.

Words are rarely spoken but it doesn't matter, the silence counts too and we have all night.

While the scent of sweet almond on our drunken breath comes back to us in the mist we breathe out,

Well, our tongues come undone, so we finally dare to speak, to tell each other things.

You left, I stayed, we changed. We built ourselves up on our own sides and I don't dare to say it but I miss you often. And I'm happy right now just to be able to look at you.

In my pocket I have a lighter, I'm making sparks in threes, weird reflex, I know.

And I don't want this moment to end.

If the boat sinks, if the boat goes under, I'll follow you, I'll be like your shadow.

You'll always find me in your grooves, in the bad moments as well as the good.

And if the sky falls in, if the continents plunge, I'll follow you even in your daydreams.

You'll always find me in your wake, in the straight lines and the curves.

While our faces numbed by the cold shine under the nighttime drizzle, well, we're rambling on like that blessed time when you shared my life.

I still love who you are, in fact, now even more than before I think you're not here anymore. And there's something more luminous, more colorful, more lively and I find that attractive.

In my pocket I have a lighter, I'm making sparks in threes, weird reflex, I know.

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