Sucrer les fraises [English translation]

If there comes a time which I can’t foresee

The end of the run or the time of my departure

Who will hold my hand?

Who will take my pulse?

Who will change the water in the flower-vases?

Closing down and leaving destiny there

In an angelic way I have to say goodbye

The great escape (even) without my luggage, without drums or fanfares

I am going to sweeten the strawberries, up there on the cliff one day

My weight of impatience will discover the innocence of an eternity

I will go, I will go and put up my tent in Eden or in a dantesque world

Nothing can prevent the sorrow (suffering?)

Neither the clock-maker (‘Father Time’?) nor the tears of a Magdalen (translation: a plum, or a reformed prostitute….)

The countdown

The tall hour-glass

The heart of the timer (note-taker ?)

Oh, nothing will stop the passage of time

And we little by little will become just the wind

Beginning the journey, not on the autoroute, to find weightlessness

I am going to sweeten the strawberries, up there on the cliffs one day

My weight of impatience will discover the innocence of an eternity

I will go, I will go and put up my tent in Eden or in a dantesque world

When the glass is full

Of tears and ill-fortune

Around (an) eternity, I will leave that (one) day.

• Artist:La Grande Sophie
• Album:La Place du fantôme (2012)