Roses and nettles – Des roses et des orties

 

Towards what world, under what reign and to which judge are we promised?

At what age, on what page and in which box are we registered?

The same questions we ask ourselves

We leave towards where and towards whom

And as clue not much

Roses and nettles

 

The painted hands, the joined hands, we bend and we thank

We implore, we worry and it’s too late when we understood

Despite all what we dare

And which sometimes succeeds

We will not leave much

Just roses and nettles

 

We are heavy

Trembling like candles’flames

We hesitate at each crossroad

In the speeches we ‘ve learned

But since we are heavy

Heavy of love and poetry

Here is the emergency exit

 

We get closer, we speak again, we forgive ourselves and we rebuilt

The only world which is worth will have all that gathers us

And all that tears us apart

We shall rise out of it better

And if we leave few things

There will be more roses than nettles

 

We are heavy

Trembling like candles’flames

We hesitate at each crossroad

In the speeches we ‘ve learned

But since we are heavy

Heavy of love and poetry

Here is the emergency exit