Point de suture [English translation]

Days of sorrow are humming a je ne sais quoi

The jingle of undecided and silent people.

Out of habit I took this path

Of uncertainty. My “goes” are “comes”.

Day of wisdom, united and strait path

But man doubts, and runs and takes multiple turns.

Wander, my soul, go take your path.

The expectancy is surd but life holds me back.

Take me within your sheet. Give me your hand.

Don’t come tonight. I’m losing myself.

Tell me where I come from. Don’t tell me anything. I’m going away

Act your death to me again. I’m evaporating

Words on our dreams. Droping my doubts.

And on my wounds, no stitches.

Fly my love, make love to me again.

Mix up of pages. I’m sinking.

Nights are hot. My blood rocks and pitches.

Ghost ship, I am storm and wind.

Shadows and lights play with love.

My waves come back at me, my tides are heavy.

Take me within your sheet. Give me your hand.

Don’t come tonight. I’m losing myself.

Tell me where I come from. Don’t tell me anything. I’m going away

Act your death to me again. I’m evaporating

Words on our dreams. Droping my doubts.

And on my wounds, no stitches.

Fly my love, make love to me again.

Mix up of pages. I’m sinking.