Corbeau [English translation]

And two by two, not counting our deaths,

That one leaves behind faded outlines, secrecies of career

And three by three, in our blown hearts,

Jolts are formed, one reflects later, but does not arrive is necessary to dream

And I do not know what to think anymore, it is hard to be free like you

And I do not know with whom to think anymore, i am finished, repairs you.

And two by two, our words are swallowed.

It is hard to forget what one knows and what impregnates our skins.

And three by three, our hearts of the part.

One plays knife and one can share the same bed.

And I do not know what to think anymore, it is hard to be free like you

And I do not know with whom to think anymore, i am finished, repairs you.

And I do not know what to think anymore, it is hard to be free like you

And I do not know with whom to think anymore, i am finished, repairs you.

And two by two, our words are swallowed.

It is hard to forget what one knows and what impregnates our skins.

And three by three, our hearts of the part.

One plays knife and one can share the same bed.