Album:
Limoilou
Originele teksten
Frans
Vertaling
Engels
Igloo
Igloo
The clouds collapse on my head
The sea swallows my feet
The wind, like a dirty traitor,
Amuses itself by making me fold
And well, I lose the map
Without ever really finding my place again
I wander like an amnesic phantom
In the damned streets of Limoilou
Under the eyes of the plastic owl
In Basse-Ville, there lies my igloo
Without seeing or hearing anyone
I only talk to myself
And in the night I leave the debate
And I try to shut up
I have learned of the cast
That everyone finds their count
I wander like an amnesic phantom
In the damned streets of Limoilou
Under the eyes of the plastic owl
In Basse-Ville, there lies my igloo
I have never needed you
But all alone, it's cold
My shadow, you can come back
I promise to never flee from you again
I wander like an amnesic phantom
In the damned streets of Limoilou
I will burn the plastic owl
And make a river out of my igloo
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