Ton visage [English translation]

When I'm in town, the grain arises

Selling the agility nerves,

That drag down the dreams,

In my reality.

I want to strike on a ride,

Oh, a little bit of humanity,

Less of concrete, more of peace

A life of quality,

Less of concrete, more of dreams

In my reality.

What I have? A salvation

Far from metro, from its noise,

Bank eyes on the shore,

Forgot your distant face.

What I have? A salvation,

Far from metro, from its noise,

Bank eyes on the shore,

Forgot your distant face,

I want the tears, which didn't cut,

And less trouble in 4 by 3, (?)

Simple happiness, but of my taste,

It's a little right but I will do it all.

I want more swell in my foam,

And less crowd in my bitumen,

These little things which aren't clear

Meaningless the time we lose them

These little things which aren't clear

Meaningless the time we lose them.

What I have? A salvation

Far from metro, from its noise,

Bank eyes on the shore,

Forgot your distant face.

What I have? A salvation,

Far from metro, from its noise,

Bank eyes on the shore,

Forgot your distant face,

Ooooooow,

So what I have? A salvation

To ride my melancholy

Beautiful ocean, breaker, you read

To dry the saltness of my tears.

What I have? A salvation

Far from metro, from its noise,

Bank eyes on the shore,

Forgot your distant face.

What I have? A salvation,

Far from metro, from its noise,

Bank eyes on the shore,

Forgot your distant face,

What I have? A salvation,

Far from metro, from its noise,

Bank eyes on the shore,

Forgot your distant face,

What I have? A salvation,

Far from metro, from its noise,

Bank eyes on the shore,

Forgot your distant face,

• Artist:Fréro Delavega
• Album:Des ombres et des lumières