À L'ombre
Mylène Farmer
In the Shadows
The waves are so calm
A sign of autumn
There, fear settles on my face
Doubt shivers
Am I made for dreams?
In a weak voice, tell me to stop being...
In the shadows
Risking becoming nobody
We hide and we bump into each other
In the shadows
We cut ourselves off from who we are
We tear ourselves away from the sky
In the shadows
And tell ourselves to let go
That nothing and no one should know
When night falls
Tired of this life too brief
We become the shadow of ourselves
Man is the light
But the soul wanders on all paths
My heart closes
The devil haunts my tomorrows
There, under the maples
The cold rears up
But you: tell me not to be...
