Leave No Trace
Lancée lors d’un solstice d’hiver, la chanson Leave No Trace évoque l’éternel à travers une exploration de l’impermanence, de l’importance de l’instant présent et de l’abandon de l’égo.
2018 | Vidéoclip
Réalisateur Philippe Léonard
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Les paroles sont présentées ici dans leur version d’origine.
Fly, Raven, fly
A dark moon turns a blind eye
A drifting cloud tells a white lie
As you, Raven, write the Book of SkyLeave no trace but a song
Nobody is here for long
Leave no trace but a songPine trees in the soft wind
Needles gently swaying
Through the night will be dancing
As they write the Book of MountainLeave no trace but a song
Nobody is here for long
Leave no trace but a songGazing at my reflection
In the flowing water
Looking at the worst enemy
I will ever have to faceFlow and flow, running water
Gone forever
Still the gentle rain
Will write the Book of RiverLeave no trace but a song
Nobody is here for long
Leave no trace but a song© Robert Langlois
Sentinel
Sentinel aborde les thèmes de la mort et de l’immortalité. Elle explore le deuil et le leg d’une mission, sans que cette dernière soit définie en soi, cédant place à l’interprétation.
Faisant écho au lancement de Leave No Trace lors d’un solstice d’hiver, la première de Sentinel a eu lieu un 21 juin, jour du solstice d’été.
2022 | Vidéoclip
Réalisateur Philippe Léonard
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Les paroles sont présentées ici dans leur version d’origine.
Stand vigil
Stand vigil
If you will
The old sentinel
Is fading awayHow can he still defend
What we have all forgotten
A safeguard so brave
Weapon at the ready
In the drifting snowHow do you say goodbye
To a man
Who’s already dancing in the skyStand vigil
Stand vigil
If you will
The old sentinel
Is fading away
Gave the word
To his son, the wanderer
Relieve me of duty
Take my place and stay the course…Mazes and routes
Closed spaces like memories from the body
Bone china prisons where tea used to be served
River in which Narcissus gazed at himself
Battlefields of our indifferences
Gypsy roads
Eternal faces and places
Broken up and bitten landscapes
Walls of silences
Sands that slip through our fingers
Secret gardens where one goes to cry
Tender or cruel masquerades
Strange parodies and jesters’ laughter
Magic lamps and hurricane lanterns
Trajectories of celestial objects
Winter solstice where Venus lay down to sleep
Stand vigil
Stand vigil
If you will
The old sentinel
Is fading away
He’s been called upon by the magic lady
Who paints the heavens in the northern sky© Robert Langlois