histoire d'ere

si on allait sans cesse
vers d'autres espaces
enfouir nos chairs
étouffer nos spasmes

si on allait en vitesse
noyer notre stress
dans des bassins profonds
sans thermomètre

suivons-nous
entre aveugles
suivons-nous

si on allait de ce pas
acclamer nos dégâts
sur l'autel de fantasme
dans des robes en plasma

si on n'allait jamais
puisque l'on n'a rien fait
d'autre que de tourner
autour du volume parfait

suivons-nous
entre visionnaires
tant qu'à se défaire

si on allait
prendre l'air
prendre l'ère

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If we go without stopping
towards other places
to bury our bodies
to suffocate our spams

if we go with speed
to drown our stress
in the deep lakes
without thermometer

we follow
between the blind
we follow

if we go it's not
to glorify our pains
on an alter of fantasy
in plasma robes

if we never go
since we never do anything
other than to turn
around any perfect volume

we follow
between visionaries
with so much to undo

if you go
take the air
take the era

you can see the video here

Assembled two by two

The one who was strong yesterday
will only be dust tomorrow
Despite the greatness of the chorus
and despite the weapon in his hand

What goes up must come down
He who falls, stands again
If today I'm crying in your arms
Tomorrow I leave once more to battle

chorus:

It sure ain't the glitter that keeps us from falling
It sure ain't the fall that stops us from dreaming

what remains forever engraved
on all broken hearts
is not the mindless glitter
but rather all the acts of truth

Tomorrow we will give our weapons
offering them to our Lady
for these few soulless sinners
an exchange for the decoration of our or tears

chorus

Even with our eyes and heart blined
by alcohol and hot blood
by the closed oyster brother
straight ahead, we keep marching

one time assembled 2x2
we will leave fists in the air
the fear of being hurt can never
stop our hearts from shouting

chorus

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Deux par deux rassemblés

Celui qui était fort hier
Ne sera que poussière demain
Malgré la grandeur des refrains
Et malgré l'arme qu'il a à la main

Tout ce qui monte redescend
Celui qui tombe se relèvera
Si aujourd'hui je pleure dans tes bras
Demain je repartirai au combat

Ce n'est sûrement pas de briller
Qui nous empêchera de tomber
Ce n'est sûrement pas de tomber
Qui nous empêchera de rêver

Ce qui reste à jamais gravé
Dans tous les coeurs disloqués
N'est pas objet qui ne pense qu'à briller
Mais plutôt tout geste de vérité

Demain nous donnerons nos armes
En offrande à Notre-Dame
Pour ces quelques pécheurs sans âmes
En échange des ornements de nos larmes

Ce n'est sûrement pas de briller...

Même les yeux, coeur aveuglés
Par l'alcool de sang troublé
Par le frère de l'huitre scellée
Bien droit, nous continuerons à marcher

Une fois deux par deux rassemblés
Nous partirons le poing levé
Jamais la peur d'être blessés
N'empêchera nos coeurs de crier

Ce n'est sûrement pas de briller...

the video with lyrics

If i stop for an instant
To tell you of my life
Just like that. Quietly
In a bar on st. Denis street.

I'll recount the memories
well barried in my mind
of times when getting old
Was still just so unreal


When I bothered little girls
beside the seesaw
and how my bag of marbles
became a real tresor


And the winters filled with snow
building igloos, coming in feet frozen
just in time for 'passe-partout' (think childrens tv show...something like polkadot door/sesame street)

but tell me, at the end of the road what remains
of the little school and recess time?
When the paper airplanes no longer go with the wind
we feel the good times have passed for good

like a shooting star

If i stop for an instant
To tell you of my life
I am constantly reminded
we don't choose but must accept
and the dreams of little kids
they fade or get repressed
in this cruel reality
we were molded into

About thirty, a pot belly,
a snot nosed kid, a mortgage
happiness and pain
good times and failures

Work, do your best
pull up and pull through
and hope for happiness
a little before dying

but tell me, at the end of the road what remains
of our little passage in this crazy world
Having existed to earn a living
at the end we will say

so many shooting stars

If i stop for an instant
To tell you of my life
Just like that. Quietly
not far from St.louis square

That it's with you I'm good
and have the greatest taste for life
Because you know that too see too far
is no better than staring at the past

despite the bitterness of age
and the love that passed
the friends lost in the mist
and ideals cast aside

Life retires and is reborn
like the return of spring
with a breath of fresh air
That soothes a heart in pain

So if this evening you wish to stay
with me, the night is sweet, it could work
though we know everything lasts but a while
I would love to spend the moment with you

my shooting star

but tell me, at the end of the road what remains
but tell me, at the end of the road what remains

what  shooting stars!