Faites pleurer les anges… (Cover)
French, dark, poetic, cut with acid and tenderness. An intro of cold, glassy synths with a slight metallic shimmer, then a bassline begins to throb as if beneath the skin, adding a march-like rhythm of crisp, dry drums. The vocal melody is delivered in a whispery, cutting manner, with sharp rises on the chorus, where choral glitch takes appear, distorted into a radiant spectrum. Midway through the track, there's a drop into emptiness: the rhythm is cut off, leaving only ghostly vocals, surrounded by echo and arpeggiated sounds resembling unsettling flashes. Then comes an aggressive return with heavy electronic growl, synth saws, and accelerated percussion. The finale is a $wift dissolution into digital dust, as if the sound is being melted from the inside.
Faites pleurer les anges… (Cover)
French, dark, poetic, cut with acid and tenderness. An intro of cold, glassy synths with a slight metallic shimmer, then a bassline begins to throb as if beneath the skin, adding a march-like rhythm of crisp, dry drums. The vocal melody is delivered in a whispery, cutting manner, with sharp rises on the chorus, where choral glitch takes appear, distorted into a radiant spectrum. Midway through the track, there's a drop into emptiness: the rhythm is cut off, leaving only ghostly vocals, surrounded by echo and arpeggiated sounds resembling unsettling flashes. Then comes an aggressive return with heavy electronic growl, synth saws, and accelerated percussion. The finale is a $wift dissolution into digital dust, as if the sound is being melted from the inside.
Lyrics
Intro - whispered, with an icy breath
Faites-les pleurer…
Faites pleurer les anges…
Verse 1 - fragile but sharp
Ne fais pas taire les ombres,
Elles savent mieux que nous deux.
Tu veux t’enfuir vers un monde
Où tout est propre, silencieux…
Moi j’étouffe dans tes adieux.
Verse 2 - nervous, tense
Oui, personne ne nous comprend,
On tombe seuls dans nos abîmes.
Mais toi, pourquoi tu t’en vas,
Alors que c’est toi qui devines
Les cicatrices anonymes?
Chorus - Vera-style, torn
Je ne suis plus qu’un poème,
Réécrit cent fois à l’envers.
Mon auteur dort sous la terre,
Mais je hurle encore: je t’aime.
Et je t’ordonne d’être fier.
Faites pleurer les anges ce soir.
Bridge - minimalist, almost spoken
Un jour tu reliras mes mots,
Un petit fantôme qui t’aimait.
Je glisserai sous ta peau,
Comme une braise qui t’appelait.
Final Chorus - explosive, cinematic
Donne-moi tous tes sanglots,
Vide ton cœur dans mes veines.
Je ne t’oublierai jamais,
Même si le ciel se déchaîne.
Faites pleurer les anges…
Encore… encore…
Outro - whispered, broken
Je ne t’oublierai…
Jamais.