La fille sans les fables ...

Transl. :

"Without the fairy tale
The girl is moving
She's crying a little
Not that great.

Without direction
Life is crawling
Through the shadows
Over earthquakes

Over stones,
Over stars,
And I am crying,
And I am dying.

And the tale
That*s being told
Tells of men
Who*re being bold.

And the tale
That is forgotten
Lies in heartbeats
That are rotten.

I am searching for the girl
And the soul will grumble
And she winks
At July.

I don*t
Write the fairy tale
However, reading
The fairy tale is forbidden ..."



... I wrote this in honour of a person who was very dear to me, and who may or may not be watching me doing this now. Also, I did make a mistake, as I wanted to use "croire" instead of "crier", but I forgot that word ... And now that the flood of words has taken over me, I cannot undo that. Please forgive me.