Odyssée - AaRON

J’avais l'âme aiguisée, pointue comme la lumière

Les idées diffractées réfléchissaient la mer

Libre comme l’eau enroulée, déroulée sur ma peau

Noir, comme le fruit que tu appelles «nuit»

Who are you?

Why are you?

When are you?

Gonna come to me

J’avais l'âme aiguisée pointue comme la lumière

Mes idées réfractées réfléchies sur la mer

Et sous moi, les courants aussi puissants que silencieux

Comme des autoroutes de vides où serpente l’invisible

Je glisse comme je m'élève, tout nu, tu m’as vu

Je glisse comme je m'élève, tout nu, tu m’as eu

Au panthéon du vide, un costard sur mesure

Pour épaules fracassées par nos journées d’usure

Who are you?

Why are you?

When are you?

Gonna come to me

Who are you?

Why are you?

When are you?

Gonna come to me

J’avais l'âme aiguisée fendue par la lumière

Mes idées réfractées réfléchies sur la pierre

Regarder se tourner sans bruits les pages dorées

Dans le galop du vent, réapprendre à marcher

Au panthéon du rêve, un costard sur mesure

Découpé dans la tôle des carcasses de voitures

Sous le vacarme des étoiles, tout nu, tu m’as voulu

Comme la morsure du vent dans l’hiver revenu

Who are you?

Why are you?

When are you?

Gonna come to me

Who are you?

Why are you?

When are you?

Gonna come to me

J’avais l'âme aiguisée pointue dans la lumière

Les idées délivrées réfléchies sur la mer

Libre comme l’eau enroulée sur ma peau déroulée

Noir comme le fruit que tu appelles «nuit»

Et sous moi, des courants aussi puissants que silencieux

Des autoroutes de vides où serpente l’invisible

Et j’y glisse comme je m'élève, tout nu, tu m’as vu

Au panthéon du rêve, un costard sur mesure

I had a sharp soul, sharp as light

Diffracted ideas reflected the sea

Free as water rolled up, unrolled on my skin

Black, like the fruit you call "night"

Who are you?

Why are you?

When are you?

Gonna come to me

I had a sharp soul sharp as light

My refracted ideas reflected on the sea

And beneath me the currents as strong as they are silent

Like empty highways where the invisible meanders

I slide as I rise, naked, you saw me

I slide as I rise, all naked, you got me

In the pantheon of emptiness, a tailor-made suit

For shoulders shattered by our days of wear

Who are you?

Why are you?

When are you?

Gonna come to me

Who are you?

Why are you?

When are you?

Gonna come to me

I had a sharp soul split by the light

My refracted thoughts reflected on stone

Watch the golden pages turn silently

In the gallop of the wind, learning to walk again

In the pantheon of dreams, a tailor-made suit

Cut from sheet metal car wrecks

Under the din of the stars, naked, you wanted me

Like the bite of the wind in the returned winter

Who are you?

Why are you?

When are you?

Gonna come to me

Who are you?

Why are you?

When are you?

Gonna come to me

I had my soul sharpened sharp in the light

Ideas released reflected on the sea

Free as water rolled up on my unrolled skin

Black like the fruit you call "night"

And under me currents as strong as they are silent

Highways of emptiness where the invisible meanders

And I slip there as I rise, naked, you saw me

In the pantheon of dreams, a tailor-made suit