Le Vol Des Cygnes
Laurent Lamarca
The Flight of the Swans
In all these shipwrecks
Our story in age
Is no longer what we imagine
The flight of the swans
As we haven't erased
The past clouds
The storms that linger
The flight of the swans
Put your hands in mine
We mix our veins
We draw other lines, we follow
The flight of the swans
Like at the old address
The unknown, tenderness
Was so lacking in our esteem, we follow
The flight of the swans
Stepping over the ocean
Taking off the gloves
To embrace other signs, we follow
The flight of the swans
Touching the coastline
Is shifting, the sand
On the beaches of a divine life
The flight of the swans
Put your hands in mine
We mix our veins
We draw other lines, we follow
The flight of the swans
From up there to the ocean
They soar towards another mysterious life
All the swans passing by
Sign the sky, sign the present sky
It's raining for us in Paris
In all these shipwrecks
Our story in age
Is no longer what we imagine
The flight of the swans
As we haven't erased
The past clouds
The storms that linger
The flight of the swans
Put your hands in mine
We mix our veins
We draw other lines, we follow
The flight of the swans
