Elles [English translation]

These old and tired clichés

in two-penny tunes...

Do we really have to add more rhymes

to these millions of poems,

between us?

This is nothing new ..

I know.

Repeated a thousand times over ..

I agree.

We have had enough of these stories,

where each one of us got lost in one of them.

But once the people, and the pointless time, are gone ..

what we have left is:

Indelible

Elles/Women ..

The first and the last

the sisters, the lovers, the mothers,

and the faithful lights ..

Elles/Women ..

Shining in the too dark nights

Elles/Women ..

Standing when everything shudders and crumbles

Elles/Women ..

Here to the end of the world.

Men play with fear,

with the worst, with power, with death,

with randomness, with hatred, by lying to one another, and by pleasure

Men just play

Men weigh each other up; they dream,

they drink and indulge themselves.

Puny little soldiers,

they taunt each other, and then they run away ..

Men just play.

With weapons and tombs

and the fields of horror ..

amidst ashes .. and suffering.

But Elles/Women ..

are here to nurture and heal,

to stroke, to smile ..

to light up the shadows.

Elles/Women

They're heavens to come ..

to give birth rather than destroy ..

To rebirth everything ..

To rebuild everything

And even ..

one of them is mine ..

Like a grace .. my fortune ..

She makes my life worth living ..

Her ..

My Elle .. My Woman ......