Soir De Fête - Yann Tiersen

I remember it was cold, as a winter morning.

From all their edges on the islands, it was there, shining.

From the north we saw, all the birds coming.

Under a blood red sky, a midsummer evening.

(My love)

Across the waters of the midland, everything was burning.

(My love)

Together in the sand, we were watching.

(My love)

Without a word to say, some of us were crying.

(My love)

But as we saw the moon, we were all singing.

Love, my love, we will keep our love.

Be living here, in the middle of, the middle of the sea.