Demain, c'est l'heure [English translation]

Sunday evening

She stays alone

To surf in the dark

She is searching for somebody

Among the waves of obsolete pages

Despite long silences

She still remains quiet

I admire her patience

Before awkwardness

Tomorrow, is the time, she says

It’s getting late

Her heart became an enemy

And she gets lost

In the labyrinths of her bed

Despite long silences

She still remains quiet

I admire her patience

Before awkwardness

Despite long silences

She still remains quiet

I admire her patience

Before awkwardness

Tomorrow, is the time, she says

Tomorrow, is the time, she says