Les Voyages de l'âme [English translation]

This evening without doubt my soul,

enslaved, worn down by grief,

Will feel the need to flee it's prison of flesh

Very far from us, of our time,

it'll go join the stars.

They will speak of her proper existance to it

in words pure and silent,

And show it a way

Leading to the unknown havens

Connecting sky and land.

These remote regions,

Where the high grass in the ruddy fields

never waltz with the light;

Where could freely wander

All the memories of our lives on Earth.

These remote regions,

Where the high grass in the ruddy fields

never waltz with the light;

Where could freely wander

All the memories of our lives on Earth.

That time sought to erase.

• Artist:Alcest
• Album:Les Voyages de l'âme