Song: La Noyée (The Drowned)
Artist: Yann Tiersen (Cover of Serge Gainsbourg)
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You're drifting away
On the river of memories
And I, running on the shore,
Shout for you to come back
But, slowly, you move away
And in your desperate race,
Bit by bit, I win back from you
A little lost ground.
From time to time, you sink
Under the moving liquid
Or, grazing some brambles,
You hesitate and wait for me
Hiding your face
With your upturned shirt,
For the fear of your disfigurement
And your shame and regrets.
You're nothing more than a poor castaway,
A dead dog floating on the water
But I remain your slave
And plunge into the stream
When the memories stop
And the ocean of oblivion
Breaks over our hearts and our heads
Forever, gathering us together.
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Note: This translation was a less literal, as I tried to conserve the poetry of the lyrics as much as I could without it sounding awkward.
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