À la gueule des noyés [English translation]

Whipped with light

The sea swells towards death

Its solitary clamor

Against the buoys at port

A child plays outside

The heart in the nets

Defying fate

Throwing pebbles

Soon it will be time

He will leave childhood

Taunting his fear

He will have the chance

Further than the horizon

There where the shadow erases itself

He must cut the bridges

To recover the traces

To recover his trace/history

He knows that the dawn is unfaithful

And his destiny like this wave

Which never uses its wings

He knows that nothing is crueler

Than the silence that the ocean rolls

Like a caress or a call

He knows

And then he will leave

Like his brother left

Of which he spoke down below

The night in his prayers

No one here cries

Over the absence of a boat

Everyone has pain

Which guards against warmth

He knows that the dawn is unfaithful

And his destiny like this wave

Which never uses its wings

He knows that nothing is crueler

Than the silence that the ocean rolls

Like a caress or a call

He knows

The procession has left

He didn’t follow them

He will no longer pray

He knows he has now grown

Thus with teeth gritted

He throws stones

At the face of the drowned

To see the sea cry