Come Back from Heaven - Amartia

À force de parler

Tu t'étouffes avec tes mots

À force de proclamer

Tes paroles sonnent faux

Too much time to wait that your mind

Becomes open to your soul

Too many words to talk about things

That you will never do at all

Tu as pris trop l’habitude

Que tout le monde t'écoute

Le confort t’endort

Et te fait perdre ta route

Tes certitudes affirmées

Ne te créent plus aucun doute

L’aisance de la routine te domine et t’envoûte

Come back from heaven

À force de comprendre tu patauges dans le noir

De croire savoir

T’empêche de voir

Too many silences are necessary

To be broken up in parts

Too many vices with high prices

That you are hiding in your cards

By dint of talking

You choke on your words

By dint of proclaiming

Your words ring false

Too much time to wait that your mind

Becomes open to your soul

Too many words to talk about things

That you will never do at all

You got too used to it

Everyone listen to you

Comfort puts you to sleep

And make you lose your way

Your asserted certainties

Leave you in no doubt

The ease of routine dominates and bewitches you

come back from heaven

By dint of understanding you wade in the dark

To believe to know

Keeps you from seeing

Too many silences are necessary

To be broken up in parts

Too many vices with high prices

That you are hiding in your cards