Entrer dans la lumiere

Patricia Kaas

Go into the light
Like a crazy insect.
Breathing in the dust,
you come to your knees.

Rediscovering my voice,
while becoming capable again.
Becoming sometimes
An insatiable dream.

Touching musicians,
Smiling at faces,
At four in the morning
Being nothing but an image.

Being there in the passage
Without having an appointment.
Having all the courage
To give myself to you.

And letting you come
Like a magical lover.
And burying you
Under my musical cry.

Go into the light
Like a crazy insect.
Breathing in the dust,
you come to your knee