Écailles de lune [Part II] [English translation]

Hours fly by, the sea sighs under faraway stars dropped as a trembling pinch of gold on the swell

It begins its hypnotic dance, in which my discoloured gaze is engrossed

Just as an airborne soul, I would like to disappear without fear under the waves, to hear their bewitched lament spring forth from the depths

They'd call me from their kingdom of pearls and sharp marine scales to take me away from my kind, from a world which is foreign to me

Holding their hand, slowly, I would like to sink into black waters welcoming me in silence

To bid farewell to the glimmers of the morning, to let the cold currents purify my thoughts, petrify my flesh, so I can find sleep at the very bottom of the ocean