STEPHANE GHILARDI
(songwriter)
In the back
" Born not tremble at the breaths of ghosts noisy…"
Don't stop, in front of the black and white images,
Yet it's you, in the photos where the child smiles,
Do not tremble at the breaths of noisy phantoms,
It's in your neck
May they rage on spring mornings...
If it's ephemeral, our memories, our sentences in the air.
One day you will see that the amnesia is temporary.
Don't worry, you lived well all that.
Don't worry, even if you hurt all over,
That the most painful is in the back...
If you only see the endless dunes ahead,
Sand as far as the eye can see.
Like a cat with 7 lives, which you haven't lost,
Your soul will find salvation.
Expelled from the round, each in turn,
We close a tomb and be reborn in broad daylight.
Eyes to the sky, without any recourse,
You don't hear anything anymore, you stay…blind and deaf.
Don't stop, in front of the black and white images,
Yet it's you, in the photos where the child smiles,
But look, what they did to you,
A fortress, of infinite height,
Your heart no longer feels anything,
You are barely alive….
Expelled from the round,
You don't hear anything anymore, you stay...blind and deaf...blind and deaf...
Blind and deaf...
(Aurélie Ollivier /Stéphane Ghilardi)