Thistles & Weeds [French translation]

Spare me your judgements and spare me your dreams

Cause recently mine have been tearing my seams

I sit alone in this winter clarity which clouds my mind

Alone in the wind and the rain you left me

It's getting dark darling, too dark to see

And I'm on my knees, and your faith in shreds, it seems

Corrupted by the simple sniff of riches blown

I know you have felt much more love than you've shown

And I'm on my knees and the water creeps to my chest

But plant your hope with good seeds

Don't cover yourself with thistle and weeds

Rain down, rain down on me

Look over your hills and be still

The sky above us shoots to kill

Rain down, rain down on me

But I will hold on

I will hold on hope

I begged you to hear me, there's more than flesh and bones

Let the dead bury the dead, they will come out in droves

But take the spade from my hands and fill in the holes you've made

But plant your hope with good seeds

Don't cover yourself with thistle and weeds

Rain down, rain down on me