The chant of the mermaids

Children from the parks, kids from the beaches,

The wind threatens the sandcastles shaped by my fingers.

Time doesn’t spare anyone, alas.

The years pass, and the echo evades

From Pilat dune

To the mercy of the seasons, of the photographs

I deliver myself to the glimpses of prior times

To the mercy of the seasons, of the decisions

I deliver myself

When the remembrances merge,

Tears come to me

And the chant of the mermaids plunges me back in the winter

Oh cruel dreariness, floating harmony, solitary euphoria.

How many falsehoods, how many pranks?

How many scars, how many masks did we left there?

Put down your guns, ward off

Find the calm in the midst of this upheaval

Before I drown

To the mercy of the seasons, of the photographs

I deliver myself to the glimpses of prior times

To the mercy of the seasons, of the decisions

I deliver myself

When the remembrances merge,

Tears come to me

And the chant of the mermaids plunges me back in the winter

Oh cruel dreariness, floating harmony, solitary euphoria.

Original lyrics

Le chant des sirènes

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Idioms from "Le chant des sirènes"

1.	Prendre le large.

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