Tunnel [English translation]

From time to time our hearts are lifted by the savagery of the world. We are disgusted by the rise of new tyrannies, refinement of the ancient, by the lies, the smell of shit in the cities and the horror that weighs on all our tomorrows.

We are engulfed in a dark despair. We are afraid, we are ashamed and sad to be human. We cry out for a new birth or for at least to be admitted by baptism into a new brotherhood.

But there are fears of not being able to get neither one nor the other. That the world refuses to stop for us. And that we can not make the leap to plunge into dubious eternity.

Our home itself seems hostile, as if all the talismans that defined our identity had turned against us. We feel torn apart, in pieces and pieces. We now fearfully understand, that if you can't sit down to gather the pieces and assemble them again, we will go mad.

But sometimes it results in mysterious and dazzling effects, that we still contemplate long after, with a wonderful blend of respect that imposes the blessed.

• Artist:Fauve ≠
• Album:Vieux frères – Partie 1 (2014)