Bagatelle [English translation]

Hey , a little voice tells me few home truths in a whisper

That are passing by the banister and going upstairs

Legs are tired and eyes are turned

My nose is raised , I listen , I follow the voice

Come on ! Let's exchange nights for nights

Finally the dawn sorts out all flipped

The executioner has a hard time sliting

And straight away , somebody's missing and of nothing , the day is filled

And everything can be filled with absence

Nothing can be missing better than it

Trifle , what did you promise me ? Where did you take me ?

The little waves were quickly carried away

And suffering , under my cape , like used ,

We quickly got our table , our starters

Backfires are brewing

Trains are awaited

My notice is useless , they recognized me

In the helix where my fingers passed

I go ahead , in order to get it well

Because there's nothing left to do , somebody's missing and of nothing ,

The day is filled

And everything can be filled with absence ,

Nothing can be missing better than it

• Artist:Yann Tiersen