1. |
Hotcha
02:38
|
|||
C’est la nuit le monde dort, le courant se concentre, de la cuisine on entend les trains qui déraillent, la révolutionnaire s’allume dans les yeux, à l’aube des cigarettes qui fument, elle a laissé la trace de son coude sur le cadre de la porte, à l’heure des cendriers mouvants, la poussière nous tire vers le fond
|
||||
2. |
Erine
04:00
|
|||
somewhere near the window Erine is more weak today far from herself and watching the air she’s touching the void of her days cold and gray
She’s drawing in the air frenetics forms and contours hiding the silence growing inside of her Erine is affraid Erine is loudly turning around look hard the celling of your living room
Her frozen hands are touching the glass of the window the never breaks and outside a warm wind is whispering « Erine come here meeting the Beauty-Fear-Wild »
Somewhere near the window Erine is more weak today I can see your fear I can see the damages -weak today
The moon is moving to her house nearly in the garden waiting for something for Erine is here and so far away she’s hiding behind her eyes
She sees a shadow in her garden open her eyes more there is God in her garden saying Hello she runs and falls breaks the window and shouts
Somewhere near the window Erine is outside breathing the night I can see your eyes now I can see your heart
|
||||
3. |
First Race
05:56
|
|||
He came out when the cold wind blew when the light turns dark again
He loved the blue forms of the night he loved her so much no end as he began to wander and walk and run sometimes and I know how far is her sweet smell
in his eyes there’s a shining color phosphorescence lighted despair he was climbing up the wall
and I gave her a real protection because you know I m a ghost I ride
And I told her don’t worry, because I’m a ghost
He landed when the roof was close when he turned into mad stone
He felt the sweetness of her house something warm and good
And I know how close is her sweet voice
in his eyes there’s a shining color
|
||||
4. |
Les Botanistes
05:33
|
|||
A l’heure belle à l’aurore, ils fendront l’air
rien ne manque, la terre est dans leurs sacs,
il faut encore avancer, les collines bleues défilent
Leur souffle enfle un peu plus fort
Le désir est tellement fort
Elle est là l’arrivée, le cirque sombre
décharger les armes
plus rien ne les détournera
recule quelques pas en arrière pour mieux sauter
c’est bientôt fini d’attendre
elle est la première à tomber
vole un peu maintenant
et l’air frais de la chute lui soulage les joues
et il lance la terre, et longue l’attente soulage
et il saute après elle, et c’est fini d’attendre
et les cimes s’éloignent
elle est la première à toucher le sol
il la rejoint et l’enlace encore une fois
et le choc était sourd et le choc était doux
|
||||
5. |
Helsinki
06:03
|
|||
I want to stay here, the road is a kind of skin, with you sitting on the ground, I feel that I need the chaos
Helsinki i like your dirt
I scratch my palms, the rules of your love and hugs are rolling us on the pavement, cause you’re a friend of the dark
Helsinki i like your dust
I paint with my hands in your hair with my dreams
I see you becoming small i see your love staying i feel the wounds of your love growing on my knees.
|
||||
6. |
The Winter
03:32
|
|||
Is there someone, here on the moon, I call you D, I will wait for you to come
Where are you now, are you on the moon, I call you D, I will wait for your arms -you to come
Where are you now, I ll run on every hills everywhere, I will wait for your arms -you to come I will wait for, M come in reassure me my little prince.
|
||||
7. |
Laïtak
04:16
|
|||
All this red on your lips, all the clothes you wear, are made just for the girls, you want put under your skin
And I’m for the clash of your hearts, and you don’t even know their name
Laïtak do it again, make me suffer
There is no hole in the road, but even you decided to fall, and I m for the clash of your hearts, but you don’t even know their name
Laïtak.
|
||||
8. |
Avril Orange
03:39
|
|||
Au loin gronde le calme, celui qui attend dans le ventre quand l’orage guette ou dort encore
Failli partir au Nord, deux mois encore ou plus, en haut du câble si tendu, les trams ont déserté
Hagarde et souriante, fuir ou rentrer la tête, l'orage imminente et l’air est odeur avril orange, orage avril orange
courir sur le fil rattraper le convoi il frissonne encore le fil, les trams ont fui l’orage.
|
||||
9. |
Lost
04:27
|
|||
(instrumental)
|
||||
10. |
Zingueria
06:52
|
|||
And I want to take that time, and I want to feel like air and I want to see that breath that I want to relieve, send smile and all the goods, avoid the shining pain, and I want to call out God who can relieve you, I want to call out the rain, I appearances I fear that noise I m in a war against it,
How could I kill that to help
So I want to take my… I want to take your hand, I don’t want to leave you, How do I relieve you? shall I take my fantom, I know your hell, and I want to take my… and I want to relieve you, I know I feel like I had, now we’ve missed the time to smile, I hear the choir, singing in my head
How could I kill that to help
How do I kill your pain.
|
||||
11. |
The Line
08:17
|
|||
You draw the line, between our towering walls, with your piece of chalk you close your eyes and see that right trough me, after circling years, it blew on the line, we missed the wake up call, -don’t hear the silence that stole your sleep
I feel that my heart hangs from a wire, I see your towering walls when I wake up
You drop the line between our towering houses, but I erased the line I blew on the chalk and I see now how big is the cloud, I erase the line
I feel that my heart hangs from a wire, I see your towering walls when I wake up.
|
Streaming and Download help
If you like The Winter, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp