La Source [English translation]

At the root of our hearts, the day after our misfortunes

Our eyes have clouded over these shared wrongs

At the last sign of an embrace, at the stepping stone of our fates

Doubt stifles our greatest joys, we keep going in the fog

Our feelings have clouded over these burning roses

Your smile dances in my memory, my calls get lost in the dark

The promise of our feelings becomes confounded at the root of time

At these uncertain words, I'll flee from my pain with poison

At the root of our hearts, the morning after our misfortunes

Our eyes have clouded over these shared wrongs

At the last sign of an embrace, at the stepping stone of our fates

Doubt stifles our greatest joys, we keep going in the fog