L’île des morts [English translation]

The gray waters

Carry us away

Silently

Far from the coast

Breathing in melancholy

Friend1, with no masters

Let's leave, far away from this place

Listening, alone,

To the calm murmur

The sparse ships

Solitary sphinxes

That collide with each other on the waves

Carry us beyond

The ancient walls

Under a tide of stars

Gripping our hearts

Locked up

In our stone bodies

Held prisoner

We are not

Of this earth

We are not from here

1. That's a female friend, probably melancholy. (Melancholy is feminine in French.)