La forme et le fond [English translation]

I drag my wings

Closed eyes

Abandoning my feathers

To the disavowed souls

I break hearts

And the questions

Without a frown

Under the shape and the substance

I sow the wind, the hard winds

And I save appearances

But when I cry, no one hears

No one sees what I'm thinking

I lost for good

My fairy skin

My freckles

My disillusioned look

I saw the passing

But I don't see anymore

The lost angels

All too often fallen

I sow the wind, the hard winds

And I save appearances

But when I cry, no one hears

No one sees what I'm thinking

• Artist:Keren Ann
• Album:Nolita