Le souvenir [English translation]

It ‘s a roundabout of bad luck

An old merry-go-round under the moon

In the setting of an old movie

A clear look that turns back to us

It makes noise in the silence

The footsteps which are linked to the absence

It’s present without future

It’s ceaseless

The memory

The memory

It’s in our vast past

The list of the first times

The first cherries of the summer

In the woods, the enchanting feast

It’s the forever hug’s faults

Of those who we loved

It’s happiness without future

It is depressing

The memory

The memory

On the table, the humanity read by an old bent granddad

And his heart Thumping up to his eyes

the future will be marvelous

It’s unkown but admitted

One day we will lose our friends

It’s up and coming hell

It’s full of absence

The memory

The memory

We keep going with inverted souls

In search of our hearts of yesterday

Where are they in our past

The pebbles of little Poucet***

There is this star in the night

That leaves us alone but still shines

It’s the grief without future

It’s without memory

The memory

The memory

The memory

The memory