She lives in a world of cinders,

She’s a gril whose face is unknown to herself !

She watches all around as she’s going out for the first time...

She’s like a spider, teasing its web,

to attract insect s in the middle of,

Her world of cinders

Je crée autour de moi
Un monde de cendres
Sur lequel repose
Les fondations de tout ce fracas

What are you looking at ?

                                                           My black-circled eyes

What are you afraid of ?

                                                          I’m the result of all this waste!

                                                          I am your fate !

                                                           We are wasting our time !

                                                           Can’t you hear the sirens ?

                                                           Their voices from overseas

                                                           Their voices from overseas

                                                            Overseas

                                                             Try to alert us !

                                                             Try to analyse...