Canicule

Well, can't you see the sun is coming down?
Now, there's nothing left lighting up your town.
Can't you see this rose has turned to black,
once filled with bright colours that will never come back.

I can say I'm happy,
I'll make my life, my own history.
And I know, this is how it must be,
I'll stop keeping everything inside of me.

Oh! Won't you please dry these tears and stop wasting your
time.

Well, can't you hear the sounds at night
when your soul is searching for a light?
Can't you hear this boat through the waves
when these moments of misery, they don't seem to fade...

I can say I'm happy,
I'll make my life, my own history.
And I know, this is how it must be,
I'll stop keeping everything inside of me.

I can say I'm happy,
I'll make my life, my own history.
And I know, this is how it must be,
I'll stop keeping everything inside of me.