I spent the winter
Waiting for a word, it's like the desert
Without a drop of water
The boat upside down
Placed on trestles, we can see through
It serves the birds

I saw the spring
Descending on the horizon
Animals and people coming out of houses
Birds singing
Without knowing why and I was still
Without news from you

Around the houses
Another summer blazes, a few fledglings
Are already flying away
Fragile flakes
Facing gravity in the deep blue
Of the great heat

At the top of the pylons
The migratory birds are waiting for autumn
Like lookouts
Flowers and men
Lose their colors, and still no one
On the answering machine

Absent people
That's the annoying thing
They are always around
Right in front of our eyes
We thought we could break
The grip with a sharp blow and then finally
We wake up with

Just a question
Does it always last, these habits they have
Of circling around?
We talk in our sleep
Is it normal, the absent people?
They don't care about anything

I spent the winter
It's like the desert
The heart upside down
We can see through

What are these stories of flowers, seasons
Of strange birds that come and go?
These are detours
It's so that you understand that I cling
To things that come back

What are these stories of flowers, seasons
Of strange birds that come and go?
These are detours
It's so that you understand that I cling to
Things that come back

CONSULTER LES PAROLES ORIGINALES