J'ai volé le lit de la mer [English translation]

I took it, heart beating, scarified the dune

With a robbed pleasure, troubling and warm,

I let the grains flow, Orient semolina, so slowly,

One by one, white quartz, fine sugar of the foam, bittersweet.

Do not make fun of me if I stole the seabed.

I kept it inside a flask of glass

It's your smell of iodine and amber that I have imprisoned

Do not make fun of me, it's for forgetting nothing.

To Kythira I sailed, scarified the Moon

With a grey powder of summer

With a black and white sand.

Far away is our isle of the wind

Its big and clear lagoon, our sanctuaries

From beyond the sea,

I plunder the Universe with love.

Do not make fun of me if I stole the seabed

I kept it inside a flask of glass

It's your smell of iodine and amber that I have imprisoned

Do not make fun of me, it's for forgetting nothing.

It's for forgetting nothing

It's for forgetting nothing

It's for forgetting nothing