[Intro]
(Guitare acoustique mélancolique, bruits discrets de vagues en fond)
(Voix grave, posée, presque murmurée)
Two distant shores, the same old sea
Looking at the mirror, wondering what to be...
[Couplet 1]
(Rythme lent au tambour et guitare sèche)
The winds have shifted across the ocean wide,
Two years of distance, wounded by our pride.
You picked your leaders, tore your flags apart,
While we watched from Paris with an arrogant heart.
We cast our judgment from our high tower stone,
Acting like the wisdom of the world is ours alone.
[Refrain]
(Montée en puissance, chœurs fraternels, violon celtique/folk)
Hey brother across the foam, where did the spark go?
Neither of us walks on water, this we surely know.
Lower down the banners, bring the sails back in,
Beneath all our foolish pride, we’re the same old kin.
Hold the light, walk the line,
Your brother’s hand is holding thine.
[Couplet 2]
(Tempo plus affirmé, basse ronde)
We talk of lessons, pretending we are wise,
Blind to all the shadows right before our eyes.
You made your choices, fought your bitter storms,
While we locked our borders behind tired old forms.
Nobody is king here, nobody stands tall,
When we choose division, both of us will fall.
[Refrain]
(Puissant, énergie rock/folk)
Hey brother across the foam, where did the spark go?
Neither of us walks on water, this we surely know.
Lower down the banners, bring the sails back in,
Beneath all our foolish pride, we’re the same old kin.
Hold the light, walk the line,
Your brother’s hand is holding thine.
[Pont / Bridge]
(Ralentissement, guitare acoustique et accordéon mélancolique)
(Voix douce et fraternelle)
No red, no blue, no tricolor wall,
Just two old sailors answering the call.
Time to drop the anchors of resentment and pain,
And sail into the calm together once again.
[Outro]
(Reprise douce du refrain a cappella avec guitare en arrière-plan, fondu sur le ressac)
Two shores, one sea...
Brother, bring your hand to me.
(Fade out)