F. de Lancelot

Seeing the eagle brush the sun each day,
Haunted by the heavy shadow of purgatory,
Like Icarus leaping from his promontory,
To escape the darkness, I wanted to fly away.

Out of vanity, I approached the ocellated star.
I wanted to match His goodness, not knowing
That too close to the Light, this power
Would disintegrate my frail winged body.

But I understood during this endless whirlwind:
He offered me darkness — a precious gift.
I need neither light nor prayer;

And when this fall finally ends,
I shall rise again, looking up to the heavens,
For dead, my soul will become pure light.

On the surface of two frozen lakes,
Where languished white moonlight's reflections
So troubled that Neptune's wrath
Seemed beneath the ice concealed.

And under the hæmorrhage of twilight,
The lakes, those two mirrors of green marble
Darkened, revealing in the open eye
A capital black pupil.

Encircling this sooty swirl,
The flowing water of the iris appeared dark;
It lost its pure emerald brilliance
To assume the tarnished hue of a lagoon.

Beneath the empyrean, obsidian reflections
Gleamed in the greyness of the gaze.
Faced with her I remained bewildered.
Yet rupture was inevitable:

From me, a fine word, a witticism;
And a laugh took her.
lineamented by the moon,
Her silvered lips
Unveiled my thoughts;
Those emerald-green marble eyes
Shining in the warm night,

It wasn't them I wished to kiss.

[Verse 1]

A ghost hiding in a broken shell
Dwelling in dreams it never tells
Trapped in a husk of indifference
Caught by a glance into existence

[Pré-refrain]

For a second? A moment? A season maybe

[Verse 2]

Her silhouette burst in my eyes
Like white silver was set ablaze
It was too raw to dissect
How long for us to connect

[Pré-refrain]

A second? A moment? A season maybe

[Chorus]

The breath and the touch
The gaze and the warmth
There's nothing to talk about
There's too much to dream about

[Verse 3]

Night after night kiss after kiss
Your touch revived what I used to miss
And my heart your voice unfroze
Tell me how long it echoes

[Pré-refrain]

A second? A moment? A season maybe

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

Quand les premières neiges tombent sur Minsk,
(Всё случилось так внезапно)
Que la verdure des feuillages disparaît
pour ne laisser transparaître
Que la grisaille de l'asphalte
Et des écorces blessées,
(Я испугалась твоего тепла)
Je prends conscience qu'ici,
Entre le béton et l'acier,
(Я тебе не подхожу)
Il ne reste pour moi de cette ville
Que son air glacé.
(Когда растает снег, нас не будет)

[Chorus]

[Outro]

And I, a moment, a brief moment,
(Et moi, un instant, un bref instant,)
a season, maybe…
(une saison peut-être…)
(Наш сезон прошёл.)
I dreamt of a girl from Minsk.
(J'ai rêvé d'une fille de Minsk.)
(Когда растает снег, нас нет.)