Translation of Derrière Le Brouillard from French to English
And in the dark, behind the fog, I hear that piano singing
Singing of hope, the desire to believe that we can reinvent everything
So, I lend my voice one more time to hold fast in the storm
I lend my voice one more time so I can find the courage
There's no recipe for withstanding these ordeals
Going back against the current of the river when tragedies rain down
There's no recipe for taking in all this drama
Crossing the sea in a rowboat, when you find the dream charming
There's no recipe, when you didn't have one either
Nobody warned you, you fought as well as you could
There's no recipe, when hell squeezes your hand tight
To give up is human, the future is far away
But you've started singing, not even by choice
Like every fall, every time, it imposed itself on you
Singing, like a surprised child
Like a survival instinct, like an instant of fury
Sing to accept, express, resist, advance, progress, exist
Sing like it's resilience, it's deliverance
Sing like it's evidence
And in the dark, behind the fog, I hear that piano singing
Singing of hope, the desire to believe that we can reinvent everything
So, I lend my voice one more time to hold fast in the storm
I lend my voice one more time so I can find the courage
At what moment will you realize that this is your thing?
That the music comes back to help you up after each fall
At what moment do you know that she's your compass?
When life punishes you, the music comforts you
When did that piano start to sing, Its chords haunted you, they pampered your health
At what moment was it your very breath and at what moment do we make a song about it?
If I feel like a child, I've already lived many lives
I can look ahead while singing of what was taken from me
Me too, I've know a kind of fog and I've heard that faraway piano
And me too, without really planning for it naturally, my voice joined it
Our stories aren't at all similar but at the end of the day, certain common points
Like a sound of oratory might I write, you sing, the fog is far away indeed
And in the dark, behind the fog, I hear that piano singing
Singing of hope, the desire to believe that we can reinvent everything
So, I lend my voice one more time to hold fast in the storm
I lend my voice one more time so I can find the courage (ah-ah)