Sourire sincère [English translation]

The stairs leading to you

Caved in under my feet

And I move forward, and I sound out

The surface of this world

From the Great North to the deserts,

A meaning and some answers

Stillness wants to see me dead,

I turn my back on it

To find the light

Of my genuine smile

The stairs leading to you

Are the same, time after time

A motor which turns without me,

Made of cold hard steel

And I run, and I move on

May the fall take me by surprise

Across the fjord, in winter

Under the claps of the thunder

I run away, I wait for myself

I ride the ephemeral

To find the light

Of my genuine smile