La lessive [English translation]

We climb up summits in our lives, in our hearts

This infite love mixed with pain

The sharing and the instant of happiness

Which we keep anchored in ourselves, as if to honor it

I climb up the mountain the same way I climb up my life

All those crossed looks, yes, I understood them

I've seen in a thousand times, and yet I am still surprised

By the beauty of those who made me let go

It's the wordless beauty which transforms an instant

Kneeling in the ice, letting what must be done be done

I keep inside me the warmth, the taste of the present

Of those instants of grace which were you, which were me

They live their ascent, climb up and brave their fear

The only prison there is is the one you build inside your heart

I take note and learn from it in its brilliant lights

The moon, their looks, don't dying before one's time

I preciously keep the experience inside my flesh

Coming back to everyday life, which is not so ordinary, either

Inside the pages of a book, all those lines which describe me,

Everything finishes and comes to an end, after ecstasy come the laundry

It's the wordless beauty which transforms an instant

Kneeling in the ice, letting what must be done be done

I keep inside me the warmth, the taste of the present

Of those instants of grace which were you, which were me

Roped inside my head down to my backpack

Little storms are pushing me upwards

The cold I'm breathing, I feel myself getting lighter

I never saw it coming, with both my feet in the snow

Since then it's become easier, and step after step,

If I walk slowly, if I follow someone else,

I'll have my entire life, letting what must be done be done

That which we climb up, which was you, which was me

It's the wordless beauty which transforms an instant

Kneeling in the ice, letting what must be done be done

I keep inside me the warmth, the taste of the present

Of those instants of grace which were you, which were me

It's the wordless beauty which transforms an instant

Kneeling in the ice, letting what must be done be done

I keep inside me the warmth, the taste of the present

Of those instants of grace which were you, which were me