Not so lost in Translation

En Cendres
Emilie Simon - Végétal

I am nothing but a shape without definition
With a gloomy, disdainful look
Irritated, I blindly advance
To a windowless room with a view of my feet

From misunderstandings, I've stopped hearing
And these déjà-vus make me grumpy
I no longer smoke, but I leave in ashes
How long will I still have to wait for you ?

I often hear the evening murmur
The ruined concrete walls are a witness
He promises them beau, but he feels ugly
In front of his picture on nightstand

From misunderstandings, I've stopped hearing
And these déjà-vus make me grumpy
I no longer smoke, but I leave in ashes
How much longer will have to wait for you

I no longer smoke, but I leave in ashes...