Catching The Light (Attraper la lumière) Aria 4

The October wind is blowing cold through the trees Leaves spinning down

in the amber breeze I’m dialing in the echoes,

chasing the sound While you trace the shadows on the frosted ground

Christian, your hand is a fire in the chill The world is

rushing past, but we’re standing still.

And oh, this October sky is a velvet gray We wash the

noise of the street away With a silver guitar and your heart

next to mine

We’re catching the light at the edge of the line In the

quiet hum, in the autumn air I look at you,

Christian, and the music is there.

Steel strings vibrating like a distant train

An old analog tape

running through the rain

You bring the calm to my restless beat A sudden warmth on

a lonely street The harvest moon is rising slow and high Reflecting

the grace in your quiet eye.

Et oh, ce ciel d’octobre est un gris de velours,

On lave le bruit de la rue sans détour,

Avec une guitare d’argent

et ton cœur contre le mien,

On attrape la lumière au bout du chemin,

Dans le doux bourdonnement,

dans l’air d’automne, Je te regarde,

Christian,

et la musique résonne.

Let the distortion fade into the dark

We don’t need the stadium,

just this spark

A late October night,

just me and you

Creating a rhythm that’s honest and true.

Just a beautiful frequency in the cold…

Holding onto you as the year grows old.

Christian and the music… In the October air. (hummmmm)