La traversée [English translation]

It's this girl

who emerges from slumbering lakes

where green is translucent.

Water turns into swamp and leaves turn grey.

And yet everything there

is as we pictured it.

We, the offended, we, the frightened,

feeling with our senses the one we feared so much.

Freezing and at rest

we let ourselves slide

into the beign who can only embrace us

in order to better smother us.

Tears on our cheeks,

the privilege of those who haven't sunk yet.

• Artist:Les Discrets
• Album:Ariettes oubliées