La marée haute [English translation]

The road sings

When I go

I take three steps

The road is silent

The road is dark

As far as the eye can see

I take three steps

The road is no more

On high tide

I climb

The head is satisfied

But the heart has not had enough

Hands laced

Wooden figure

Brick body

Itchy eyes

Hands laced

Wooden figure

I take three steps

And there you are

On high tide

I climb

The head is satisfied

But the heart has not had enough