Sors de ma tête [English translation]

I call your name

I call your name

We took a wave too many

We rocked the boat

We're sailing away.

I left, my eyes all wet.

I saw you swim in happiness,

a little castaway sparrow without a harbour.

I wanted to go through all the fool's paradises

and so-called seventh heavens to feel myself soothed

by the eternal love we couldn't give each other.

My heart is still puzzled, but I don't forget a thing

about your hands, your voice, your steps.

Get out of my head.

and from under my skin.

I'm but a corpse

on the shore now.

Get out of my head.

I'm still trying

but I am weaker

than your echo.

And I call your name

I call your name

I call your name

I call your name

I call your name

I call your name

I shed one tear too many.

I nearly drowned my ego.

I don't care.

There's no helping it, I'm too rusty

for all the lofty words you wanted.

There's no helping it, I'm too rusty.

Too many nails under my scales.

Fool's paradises are the color of seventh heaven.

But when pain darkens us, we end up being indecisive,

so far away from the important thing

we could not give, or forgive.

My wings shatter and tell me you flew away

Get out of my head.

and from under my skin.

I'm but a corpse

on the shore now.

Get out of my head.

I'm still trying

but I am weaker

than your echo.

And I call your name

And I call your name

I call your name, your name, your name

I call your name

I call your name

I call your name

Your echo

that flays me under the bark,

I strive to forget about it.

Your echo

I can't even name it.

Get out of my head.

and from under my skin.

I'm but a corpse

on the shore now.

Get out of my head.

I'm still trying

but I am weaker

than your echo.

And I call your name

I call your name

I call your name

I call your name

I call your name

I call your name