Ton visage [English translation]

When in town, the grain rises

Wind of a restless spirit,

That immortalizes dreams,

In my reality.

I want strolls along the shore,

Oh, a little bit of humanity,

Less concrete, more truce

A life of quality,

Less concrete, more dreams

In my reality.

What don’t I have? A lifeline

Far from the metro, from its racket,

Eyes riveted to the shore,

Forgot your distant face.

What don’t I have? A lifeline,

Far from the metro, from its racket,

Eyes riveted to the shore,

Forgot your distant face.

I want tears, which don’t cut,

And less sorrow in 4 by 3 (advertising poster size),

Simple happiness, but to my taste,

It's a little true, but that’s all.

I want more swell in my foam,

And less crowd in my bitumen/asphalt,

These little things which aren't clear

Of meaning once you lose them

These little things which aren't clear

Of meaning once you lose them.

What don’t I have? A lifeline

Far from the metro, from its racket,

Eyes riveted on the shore,

Forgot your distant face.

What don’t I have? A lifeline,

Far from the metro, from its noise,

Eyes riveted on the shore,

Forgot your distant face.

Ooooooow,

What don't I have then? A lifeline

To straddle my melancholy

Beautiful ocean, breaker, you read

To dry the salt of my tears.

What don’t I have? A lifeline,

Far from the metro, from its racket,

Eyes riveted on the shore,

Forgot your distant face.

What don’t I have? A lifeline,

Far from the metro, from its racket,

Eyes riveted on the shore,

Forgot your distant face.

What don’t I have? A lifeline,

Far from the metro, from its racket,

Eyes riveted on the shore,

Forgot your distant face.

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