Les ailes de verre [Long Version] [English translation]

The clear iris

Eyes immensely open

Two butterflies under glass

On the ceiling, the neon lights flickered

The light flickered

She locked herself away in dark rooms for centuries

To dazzle herself with the purest ray of sunshine

She said that angels were far too lucky

She said that angels drift where the wind takes them

Two glass wings

But wings voluntarily joined

By the tight thread

Of a watercolour in pastel half-tones

The tepid half-shades that surrounded it

In the clear darkness

She locked herself away in dark rooms for centuries

To dazzle herself with the purest ray of sunshine

She said that angels were far too lucky

She said that angels drift where the wind takes them

But I swear to god

I tried, tried my very best

I painted her room blue

But too lightly, in the cruel tracery

The tepid half-shades that surrounded it

In the clear darkness

She locked herself away in dark rooms for centuries

To dazzle herself with the purest ray of sunshine

She said that angels were far too lucky

She said that angels drift where the wind takes them

So she took a piece of sky

Near the bed, a rainbow

To smile completely

To open everything entirely

I sink into her

And run away

With a flap of wings

I come out of her

Lighter than air

On a foreign land

And I stayed there

Saying nothing

Doing nothing