Ce qu'il reste de toi [English translation]

What remains of you…

A hazy image,

A scent on my sheets,

A stain on my shirt,

A lost photo in a strange void,

Some detours on your street.

A tee-shirt, some wrinkles…

What remains of you…

A day in February,

An invisible cold,

Some keepsakes to be sorted through,

Your warmth on the sand,

Some snowball fights,

A guilty feeling,

My soul that protects you…

My fears come back to me,

More than some noises,

Some kilometes,

I stray a little.

What remains of me ;

At the core of what remains of you.

I stray a little.

What remains of me ;

At the core of what remains of you.

What remains of you…

A gaze on this pond,

A boat that goes off towards another horizon,

A sad, rainy day,

Alone, like public benches,

The sound indicates boredom by horrible acoustics.

What remains of you…

A long absence that mocks me,

An eternal dance,

The beginning of an utopia,

The utter confusion of your skin in the fire of my nights,

Sleepless nights...

My fears come back to me,

More than some noises,

Some kilometes,

I stray a little.

What remains of me ;

At the core of what remains of you.

I stray a little.

What remains of me ;

At the core of what remains of you.

What remains of you :

A « What ? » a « Why ? »

My fears come back to me,

More than some noises,

Some kilometes,

I stray a little.

What remains of me ;

At the core of what remains of you.

I stray a little.

What remains of me ;

At the core of what remains of you.

I stray a little

What remains of me ;

At the core of what remains of you.

I hate myself for hanging on like so…

And my heart remains a bit yours.

• Artist:Grégoire