Le sens du vent [English translation]

The glases were there, reddened by the previous evening's wine

We woke up drunk, just like from a bad dream

We refused to see the remnants of the crime

We went back to see who was sleeping in her bed

The smell of cold tobacco concealed the salt of my tears

I stayed in bed, just like when I was seven

The smell of your perfume made me lay down my arms

I'm in pain and I grew older, I cried like a child

Leaving close, changing sides

Seeing the direction of the wind exchanged,

Getting out of breath, we wheezed quite hard

You can see the turn in the direction of the wind

The direction of the wind [x8]

The words had hit the bull's eye, the orphans' hatred

The anger on my mouth, and the night in my head

To win back some space, some lost stretches

The disappeared furniture, and the alcohol in my hand

When we don't touch any body, when we have made some space

The waters were raining from our eyes on the houses' roofs

Mourning the idea of being two, we felt it coming, the end

The waters were raining from our eyes, how far tomorrow still is

• Artist:Agora Fidelio
• Album:Les Illusions d'une Route Vol 2: Bagdad