STEPHANE GHILARDI
   (songwriter)

...Before the marble threshold,

my body is cold.

Here there is no noise, no trees.

I don't remember this place.

I'm alone, lost far from home...

The hours, the minutes pass,

but nothing comes.

Not a known face, no connection.

I thought I'd finally see his new paths,

What the books paint so well...

I believed in books, I believed in verses,

But maybe...maybe...  

Maybe I was more than bad,

And what man has never sinned  ?

If you punish me like this for this,

let me see mine  ! One last time…

Hunger, thirst, cravings here do not exist.

Just an icy wind cutting my fingers.

So I move forward so as not to end up here,

Where to go when all is darkness...

More  guide…Repentance is useless,

But maybe...maybe...

Maybe I was more than bad,

And what man has never sinned  ?

If you punish me like this for this,

let me see mine  ! One last time…

I walked all night, an eternity.

To always come back in front of the marbled threshold.

No one came to take me, to judge me.

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After death no hidden paradise,

After death, no dreaded hell,

After death, just…darkness.  

(Aurélie Ollivier / Stéphane Ghilardi)

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