Il pleut des silences [English translation]

Like every morning

I make up my mind to tell you

The space of ten minutes

I again take inventory og everything that is, and what will happen to me

The infinite and abstract greyness offers itself to me without shame

In a gentleness and a shared violence

I don't yet know if I have to continue holding myself upright

Or let my muscles relax

These few drops of swallowed coffee

Awake in me this pit

This hole which breaths me in

And suffocates me

It's raining silence

The noises of your absence

To start it up again

It will need to be filled with fuel

I've never believed what I distinctly saw

When an image is sharp, I've blurred it

I don't want to see anything, instead I want to blind myself

I had already, in a morning field

Swallowed the dew of a faded morning

I was frozen

The veiled sun walks its rays

On a yellow and orange carpet

I was marbled

When does the leaf decide to let go?

Little colourful leaf

Let the wind caress it

It's raining silence

The noises of your absence

To start it up again

It will need to be filled with fuel

It's raining silence

The noises of your absence

To start it up again

It will need to be filled with fuel

• Artist:Têtes raides
• Album:Les terriens (2014)