Ma colère [English translation]

From the depth of my coast, (From inside myself)

I hear the anger

The power of the thunder to make ability temporary

And time, and time, and time, and time, and time

Is more than uncertain

From up in my hot-air-balloon when my anger grows

Our lungs inflate with words in the air

And time, and time, and time, and time, and time

Slowly suffocates them

How many days, how many months, how many sighs?

How many words, how many times no more understanding than saying?

How many letters, how many hopes to maintain?

And time, and time, and time, and time, and time

Which no one keeps hold of

Under my diamond-facetted sphere where my anger dances

Flakes of gold-dust stick to my eye-lids

And time, and time, and time, and time, and time

It alone holds them

At the tip of my fingers my anger rises

Crumbling up everything, my words like stones

Which time, which time, which time, which time, which time

Which time sharpens without end

How many days, how many months, how many sighs?

How many words, how many times no more understanding than saying?

How many letters, how many hopes to maintain?

And time, and time, and time, and time, and time

Which no one keeps hold of

From the depth of my coast, I send you my anger

Do what you wish, leave it to die, make it stay quiet

It is time, it is time, it is time

It is time, it is time, it is time

• Artist:La Grande Sophie
• Album:Nos histoires (2015)