Odile:
I saw so many depart like that
All they’d ask for was a light
They settled for so little
They had so little anger in them
I hear their steps, I hear their voices
Speaking of things quite banal
Like things you read in the papers
Like things you say evenings at home
What are they doing to you, men and women
You tender stones, worn down too soon
Your appearances broken
My heart goes out at the sight of you
Things are what they are
From time to time, the earth trembles
Misfortune only misfortune resembles
So deep, so deep, so deep
You long to believe in blue skies
It’s a feeling I know quite well
I still believe at certain times
I still believe, I must admit
But I can’t believe my ears
Oh, yes I’m very much your peer
I am just the same as you
Like you, like a grain of sand
Like the blood forever split
Like the fingers always wounded
Yes, I am your fellow creature
Bande a part
