La rue était vide ce jour là
Je chassais l’odeur de la mer
Cet hiver là
Les coquillages craquaient
Sous les roues du vélo
Un écho de ta voix
Je te goûtais déjà
Sous les draps
De mon enfance
Je te cherchais déjà
Dans les plis temporels
J’avais attrapé
Un battement de tes cils
Et je t’aimais déjà
At the other end of the world
People walk on ceilings
And tears stream back to my eyes
Where the aftertaste of your feelings last
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