Yann Tiersen - Le Phare (2001) by Yann Tiersen (보컬) on maniadb.com

windows, doors, walls and carpets, chairs, tables and flowers.
bread, wine, butter and jam, fries, meat, beans and all spices.

i've lost the taste of these things for two weeks now.
i'm just waiting for a cup of dirty snow.

airports, railroad stations, highways, streets and foggy lines.
traffic, lights, cars and planes, boats, bicycles and walkers.

now i'm wondering, blind, in the city.
I'm surrounded by towers, made of dirty snow.

faces, ears and bellies, backsides, legs, fingers and feet.
sweat, tears, dripping bodies, parties, someone is fucked up.

now i'm quiet in this snow, snowy country.
i'm hanging on until i am old, just older than now.

Anyway, I can try anything it's the same circle leading to nowhere and I'm tired now.
Anyway, I've lost my face, my dignity, my look, everything is gone and I'm tired now.
Don't be scared, I found a good job and I go to work every day on my old bicycle you loved.
I am pilling up some unread books turned in my bed and I really think I'll never read again.
No concentration, just a white disorder everywhere around me, you know I'm so tired now.
Don't worry I often go to dinners and parties with some old friends who care for me, take me back home and stay.

Monochrome floors, monochrome walls, only absence near me, nothing but silence around me.
Monochrome flat, monochrome life, only absence near me, nothing but silence around me.

Sometimes I search an event or something to remind me, but I've really got nothing in mind.
Sometimes I open the windows and listen people walking in the down streets. There is life out there.
Don't be scared, I found a good job and I go to work every day on my old bicycle you loved.
Anyway, I can try anything it's the same circle leading to nowhere and I'm tired now.
Anyway, I've lost my face, my dignity, my look, everything is gone and I'm tired now.
Don't worry I often go to dinners and parties with some old friends who care for me, take me back home and stay.

Monochrome floors, monochrome walls, only absence near me, nothing but silence around me.
Monochrome flat, monochrome life, only absence near me, nothing but silence around me.

Tu t'en vas a la derive
Sur la riviere du souvenir
Et moi, courant sur la rive,
Je te crie de revenir
Mais, lentement, tu t'eloignes
Et dans ta course eperdue,
Peu a peu, je te regagne
Un peu du terrain perdu.

De temps en temps, tu t'enfonces
Dans le liquide mouvant
Ou bien, frolant quelques ronces,
Tu hesites et tu m'attends
En te cachant la figure
Dans ta robe retroussee,
De peur que ne te defigurent
Et la honte et les regrets.

Tu n'es plus qu'une pauvre epave,
Chienne crevee au fil de l'eau
Mais je reste ton esclave
Et plonge dans le ruisseau
Quand le souvenir s'arrete
Et l'ocean de l'oubli,
Brisant nos c?urs et nos tetes,
A jamais, nous reunit.

(Merci a Clarisa pour cettes paroles)

De l'endroit ou je suis
On voit les bras de mer,
Qui s'allongent puis renoncent
A mordre dans la terre...

Dans le lit, tard, nous sommes la,
Nous recommencons tout,
J'ai du mal a y croire,
Je vois des bras de mer...
Je vois des bras de mer...
Qui s'allongent... Qui s'allongent...

Je vois des bras de mer...
Qui s'allongent... Qui s'allongent...
Et qui mordent la terre...
Et la separent enfin