Mauvais Présage
Requin Chagrin
Bad Omen
Who are you really?
Remnants of me
Silver statues
Silk horses
These cement blades
Have pierced our fears
The rain is icy with blood
It has frozen our resentments
Times are capricious
We don't see each other anymore
Hands in front of their eyes
Hide disappointed portraits
Who are you really?
Pieces of summer
And the silver statues
Are lost in saltwater
Dancing reflections
Have darkened the features
But life takes them back
Our nights will be drowned
Times are capricious
We don't see each other anymore
Hands in front of their eyes
Hide disappointed portraits
