Pendant que les champs brûlent

Trees bend
It's stronger, stronger than anything.
Hanging on the branches,
The air still seems too sweet.
In the crushed grass, counting my regrets.
Match struck and everything goes up in smoke.
While the fields burn
I wait for my tears to come,
And when the plain ripples
That nothing ever touches me...
That night we kissed without speaking.
Around us, the world could have collapsed.
Eyes circled, dust in our hair.
Along my legs, the caress of the fire.
While the fields burn
I wait for my tears to come,
And when the plain ripples
That nothing ever touches me...