it's the story of a person who does not dare to declare their love for their loved one, such distress that in the end, they either cut themselves or sharpen their blade. (Collab with Océane Brun)
Like an angler with my ad looking for a singer equipped to work remotely, posted for several years in the ocean of the web without the slightest touch. An alert automatically informs you of the slightest touch.
- Hello, my name is Océane, in my thirties. I am passionate about singing and I live in XXX. Why not release a song from time to time and record it in the studio, that would be great
I don't have a computer to work on.
- ???
- I'll give you my number so you can communicate better... You can call me this evening..
- And to record?
- We will do this at your place.
The rest is online now
Words : Pierre-Louis Charvet
Singer : Océane Brun
Musique : Unsafe Area
Whisper words
That you can't hear
Under your gaze
Look away
I hide
My soul wave
In the shadow of a doubt.
The hand that lands
In the crook of your neck,
Will know how to feel,
The silk of your hair
But all
Deep inside me
There is you.
You, you don't know it,
I don't show it,
If at least in this life you give me a little bit,
If at least in this life you give me a little bit
Of love
One day we hope,
Another one lets go,
There is when we cut ourselves,
There is when we sharpen
I hide,
My soul wave,
This is my last bet.
A kiss to the,
corner of the lips,
Would have been enough
To make me happy
But all
Deep inside me,
There is you.
You, you don't know it,
I don't show it,
If at least in this life you give me a little bit,
If at least in this life you give me a little bit
Of love
One day we hope,
Another one lets go,
There is when we cut ourselves,
There is when we sharpen
This is my last bet.... When we cut ourselves... Oooooooh, when we sharpen.... Oh when we cut ourselves, When we sharpen, when we sharpen, Ooooooh when we sharpen
...........................................................................
Chuchoter des mots
Que tu ne peux entendre
Sous ton regard
Détourner les yeux
Je cache
Mon vague à lâme
Dans lombre dun doute.
La main qui se pose
Dans le creux de ta nuque,
Saura sentir,
La soie de tes cheveux
Mais tout
Au fond de moi
Il y a toi.
Toi, tu ne le sais pas,
Je ne le montre pas,
Si au moins dans cette vie-là tu mdonnes un petit peu,
Si au moins dans cette vie-là tu mdonnes un petit peu
DAmour
Un jour on espère,
Un autre on lâche prise,
Il y a quand on se coupe,
Il y a quand on aiguise
Je cache,
Mon vague à lâme,
Cest ma dernière mise.
Un baiser à la,
Commissure des lèvres,
Aurait suffi
A me rendre heureuse
Mais tout
Au fond de moi,
Il y a toi.
Toi, tu ne le sais pas,
Je ne le montre pas,
Si au moins dans cette vie-là tu mdonnes un petit peu,
Si au moins dans cette vie-là tu mdonnes un petit peu
DAmour
Un jour on espère,
Un autre on lâche prise,
Il y a quand on se coupe,
Il y a quand on aiguise
Cest ma dernière mise. quand on se coupe, Oooh quand on aiguise... quand on se coupe, Ooh quand on se coupe...quand on aiguise