Grey November
'D'Automne'
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"La pluie, des forêts de regrets, d'ombres et d'Ambre,
La Beauté est la tristesse d'un rêve Gris de Novembre..."
"Rain, forests of regrets, of shades and amber,
Beauty is the sadness of a grey dream of November"
Justine DAEE : Voix / Voices
Cédric SEYSSIECQ : Musique, paroles,
enregistrement, Concept & Artwork /
Music, lyrics, recording, Concept &
Artwork
Du matin les heures sombres
Les brumes prophètes,
Déjà s’étirent les ombres
Et leurs mornes silhouettes ;
Nébuleuses et dangereuses,
Sans bruit elles glissent
Sur les écorces noueuses,
Sournoises, sans prémisses.
De pâles et noirs fantômes
Au goût de désespoir,
Le regret est un mauvais arôme
Qui empoisonne la mémoire.
Ici-bas, seul à pleurer
Sous les pluies automnales,
Je suis condamné à errer
Jusqu’aux tristesses vespérales.
Le regret, la peine,
Du passé les images,
Tout me ramène
A ce sombre paysage.
Le noir, la pluie,
Les brumes grises,
L’ombre infinie
D’une forêt soumise.
Des sombres autans
Les arbres bruissent,
Les mémoires d’avant
De leur murmure frémissent ;
Au loin, le monde s’est tu,
Ici tout résonne,
Du jamais plus
D’une nuit d’automne.