L'Atelier Des Rochers

On our way back home

On our way back home

I picked up blue bells in your forests.

Once back home

I hid them into my secret place.

I will later weave them together in an endless rug,

Which I will unroll and spread over my future life.

On our way back home

I collected beads from your rain and mist into the cup of my destiny.

Once back home

I hid it into my secret place.

I will later drink from it and keep its taste forever in my mouth.

On our way back home

I memorised your magic words and tunes in the deepest part of my heart.

Once back home

I wrote them down and hid them into my secret place.

I will later recite them in my foreign prayers.

On our way back home

I thanked you for today and I kneed down in silence and contemplation.

Once back home

I dreamt, sheltered into my secret place.

I shall remember you along the path of my life,

I shall remain faithful to your folk forever.