On the curves of the road
We missed the last turn
Two souls searching
To reach another place

Expectant and cautious
Chasing lights in the fog
The murmur of the riverbank
That begins to approach
The murmur that invites us to try

If the breath becomes shorter
Remember that never mattered to us
All purposes change shape upon arrival
If the breath becomes shorter
Remember that never mattered to us
All purposes change shape upon arrival

On the curves of the road
We missed the last turn
Two souls searching
To reach another place

And if we get lost, there's no greater danger
We will be witnesses balancing
Between what we are
And what we believed to be
Between what we saw
And felt to grow

If the breath becomes shorter
Remember that never mattered to us
All purposes change shape upon arrival
If the breath becomes shorter
Remember that never mattered to us
All purposes change shape upon arrival

CONSULTER LES PAROLES ORIGINALES