L'Iris et la Rose [English translation]

A wasp takes flight, lands, gathers pollen

And the image strikes my retina

But already my gaze is far away

I no longer want to see the everyday

I would like to awake with no memory

To rediscover what I can no longer see

I wrote a classified ad

One month already: No response

Seeking a new way to look at things

Seeking the iris which hasn't seen the rose

I want to burn once more

In the brazier of first times

I want to see again my first flower

To accompany it until it dies

And discover a puddle of water

Like a portal to descend to the heavens

I will go on Sunday to Orly-Sud

To see the metal take itself for a feather

Spreading my fingers, joining my thumbs

I will see my shadow racing it

Seeking a new way to look at things

Seeking the iris which hasn't seen the rose

I want to burn once more

In the brazier of first times

Sensing the sounds as if taken in a trap

I will foresee my first snows

Clapping my hands like a child

I will hear myself laugh "Hey! It's all white!"

I want to pursue black clouds

At a great gallop along the pavement

Under the storm, with the wall of wind

The umbrellas become alive

Seeking a new way to look at things

Seeking the iris which hasn't seen the rose

I want to burn once more

In the brazier of first times

But, I encountered on my way

Two big blue eyes, two white hands

Her little hands took my wrists

And it was her eyes that healed me

Umbrellas opened up

A great plane split the air

Spilling out its gentle flakes

All was white... All.. No

At our feet something shone

And my eyes recognised the rose

And I burned everything for you

In the brazier of a first time