Sous le lac gelé [English translation]

Under the frozen lake, our giggles

Our two entwined bodies, our memories

Alas, that was before

And you will hardly stay

Under the frozen lake, the distress

A walled up infant

And so many S.O.S.

Alas, I remember it

At night, damn it, I forget almost nothing

In the infirm moor

You have to assure me

That you're leaving just like, just like in the movies

In the shapeless moor

You have to inform me

If you leave me even without, even without the forms

Black, it's black

Just like a strange taste

Under the frozen lake, some place names

Desolates plains, some slices of life

Alas, that was yesterday

But the past is still throwing the stone at me

In your infirm language

You have to assure me

That you're leaving just like, just like in the movies

In your shapeless language

You have to inform me

If you leave me even without, even without the form

Black, it's black

Just like a strange taste

So close to the surface

I still feel the cold of the cracking ice

So close to the surface

Slowly sinking down

Losing the light

I sink, sink, sink,

To the black under me

Memories shimmer in the mirror above me

Losing my world and the story of my life

Cutting the rope

Losing all hope

I’m going down

Under the frozen lake, the old France

Trains of deportees crossing the Isle de France

Still, I remember it

At night, damn it, I forget almost nothing

Under the frozen lake, our loves

Our tormented loves, as cult-like as they're short

But time, without qualms,

Spits to the faces thousands of capsules

Yes, time, without qualms,

Spits to the faces thousands of capsules

Black, it's black

Just like a strange taste

Black, it's black

Just like a strange taste

• Artist:Benjamin Biolay
• Album:Vengeance