L'oiseau
Feu! Chatterton
The Bird
By the water's edge
A dead pigeon
For a bird
What a strange end
On the beach, it keeps washing up
Tossed by the waves
Keeps washing up
Over there
Now the storm
Sleeps under the shore
Soaked through
The sand is rising
May the struck bird
Rest in the hollow of my steps
Come here
The sun pierces the gray bird
With its stiff and sweet
Rays like needles
A voodoo doll
The sun pierces the gray bird
With its stiff and sweet
Rays like needles
A voodoo doll
Does it come from a distant land
This creature with a dull gaze
I believe it has returned
Frightened and bare
From the depths of my memory
Stubborn
So from the passing time
I trace back the course
To the dead end
Where my loves lie
Hoping to find the feathers
One more memory
Of the poor bird
Recognized
The sun pierces the gray bird
With its stiff and sweet
Rays like needles
A voodoo doll
The sun pierces the gray bird
With its stiff and sweet
Rays like needles
A voodoo doll
Come, let me shelter you
From the long, bright fingers
Of the childlike star that presses
On the wounds of your eyes
Come, let me shelter you
From the long, bright fingers
Of the childlike star that presses
On the wounds of your eyes
Pigeon of my heart
Pigeon of my heart
Pigeon of my heart
Thorns, you are the regret
Tireless mockingbird
Pigeon of my heart
Thorns, you are the regret
Tireless mockingbird
