...comme de l'eau de roche

Mademoiselle Claire Pichet, la douce voix des albums de Yann Tiersen

RUE DES CASCADES

When I'm asleep in Cascade Street
When I'm asleep in Cascade Street
I don't, I don't
See anything

When I'm asleep in Cascade Street
When I'm asleep in Cascade Street
I hear, I hear
Nothing, nothing

In the cascade, in the cascade
You washed me
{x2}

When I wake up in Cascade Street
When I wake up in Cascade Street
I feel nothing
I feel nothing

When I'm asleep in Cascade Street
When I'm asleep in Cascade Street
I don't remember
I don't remember

In the cascade, in the cascade
You washed me
{x2}

When I wake up in Cascade Street
When I wake up in Cascade Street
I feel nothing
I feel nothing

In the cascade, in the cascade
You washed me
{x2}

cette fois ci, aucun mythe à casser, alors voila :

Quand je dors rue des cascades, je ne vois rien, je n'entends rien
Quand je m'éveille rue des cascades je ne ressens rien,
je ne me rappelle rien
Dans la cascade tu m'as lavée

La RUPTURE

Windows, doors, walls and carpets, chairs, tables and flowers, bread, wine,
butter and jam, fries, meat, beans and all spices.
i've lost the taste of these things for two weeks now.
i'm just waiting for a cup of dirty snow.
airports, railroad stations, highways, streets and foggy lines.
traffic, lights, cars and planes, boats, bicycles and walkers.
now i'm wondering, blind, in the city.
I'm surrounded by towers, made of dirty snow.
faces, ears and bellies, backsides, legs, fingers and feet.
sweat, tears, dripping bodies, parties, someone is fucked up.
now i'm quiet in this snow, snowy country.
i'm hanging on until i am old, just older than now.