Le temps est un assassin
A sad ballad featuring a male singer, opening with gentle piano and subtle string pads. Verses are sparse and intimate, letting vulnerability shine. The chorus rises with layered vocals and soft acoustic guitar, while minimal percussion adds depth. The outro fades softly.
Le temps est un assassin
A sad ballad featuring a male singer, opening with gentle piano and subtle string pads. Verses are sparse and intimate, letting vulnerability shine. The chorus rises with layered vocals and soft acoustic guitar, while minimal percussion adds depth. The outro fades softly.
Lyrics
De notre quotidien en devenir improbable
Le temps est un facteur désagréable
Qui distribue ses lettres mortuaires
Dans le seul but de nous défaire
Ce qui résiste
Saura-t-il suffire
A maintenir
Ce qui existe
De notre quotidien en devenir
Le temps est un assassin
Qui ne cesse de revenir
Voler tous mes demains
© Jean-Marie Mourey