Les murmures de la fin [English translation]

I wasn't expecting

to see you pass by in such a way

right at that specific moment of my life.

I wasn't expecting it.

I wasn't planning

to make you feel like

coming for me here where I am.

No, I wasn't planning that.

But it's always when desire is gone

that we listen to the whispers of the end,

that moment in which we least expect

something to happen, for everything to come back.

When we're in darkness

we can invest a bit of time

to see things as they really are

to be able to believe in them.

Through your eyes

I don't feel like before.

Colours appear out of nowhere

and draw me somewhere else.

But it's always when desire is gone

that we listen to the whispers of the end,

that moment in which we least expect

something to happen, for everything to come back.

(For everything to come back...)

It's right when the light is this far

that I guess the whispers of the end

when thinking I no longer believe in anything,

neither in your arrival nor in your return.

But it's always when desire is gone

that we listen to the whispers of the end,

that moment in which we least expect

something to happen, for everything to come back.

When we're in darkness

we can invest a bit of time

to see things as they really are

to be able to believe in them.

When we're in darkness

we can invest a bit of time

to see things as they really are

and to be able to believe

you will return... you will return.