Echoes of Mine
M83 Lyrics


Il est tard. Je cherche mon autre chez-moi, et je prends un chemin que je ne connais pas:
Un petit sentier qui longe les usines et la ville entre-coupant par la forêt.
Je commence à peine à entrevoir la nature, lorsque tout d'un coup, la nuit tombe.
Je suis plongée dans un monde de silence, pourtant je n'ai pas peur.
Je m'endors quelques minutes, tout au plus, et quand je me réveille,
Le soleil est là et la forêt brille d'une lumière éclatante.

Je reconnais cette forêt. Ce n'est pas une forêt ordinaire, c'est une forêt de souvenirs.
Mes souvenirs. Cette rivière blanche et sonore, mon adolescence.
Ces grands arbres, les hommes que j'ai aimés. Ces oiseaux qui volent, au loin, mon père disparu.
Mes souvenirs ne sont plus des souvenirs.
Ils sont là, vivants, près de moi, ils dansent et m'enlacent, chantent et me sourient.

Je regarde mes mains. Je caresse mon visage, et j'ai 20 ans.
Et j'aime comme je n'ai jamais aimé.

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING
Written by: ANTHONY GONZALEZ, YANN GONZALEZ, JUSTIN MELDAL-JOHNSEN

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

Cristian Alvarez

[Monologue: Lydie Benzakin]
Il est tard. Je cherche mon autre chez-moi, et je prends un chemin que je ne connais pas:
Un petit sentier qui longe les usines et la ville entre-coupant par la forêt
Je commence à peine à entrevoir la nature, lorsque tout d'un coup, la nuit tombe
Je suis plongée dans un monde de silence, pourtant je n'ai pas peur
Je m'endors quelques minutes, tout au plus, et quand je me réveille
Le soleil est là et la forêt brille d'une lumière éclatante
Je reconnais cette forêt. Ce n'est pas une forêt ordinaire, c'est une forêt de souvenirs
Mes souvenirs. Cette rivière blanche et sonore, mon adolescence
Ces grands arbres, les hommes que j'ai aimés. Ces oiseaux qui volent, au loin, mon père disparu
Mes souvenirs ne sont plus des souvenirs
Ils sont là, vivants, près de moi, ils dansent et m'enlacent, chantent et me sourient
Je regarde mes mains. Je caresse mon visage, et j'ai 20 ans
Et j'aime comme je n'ai jamais aimé



tangerine

I take a way that i do not know
A small footpath that goes along the factories and the village passing through the forest
I begin to glimpse the nature, when all of the sudden, night falls
I am diving into a world of silence, yet I am not afraid
The sun is there and the forest shines brightly
The white and loud river, my adolescence
These birds who fly far away, my lost father
They are there, living, near me, they dance and embrace me

This is roughly it, but some words are very difficult to translate :-)



Kaede Akitoshi

oh boy let me give a terrible french translation
i am a french student yet there are many words that i do not know in this ;3;
please correct me ;3;

It is late. I am searching for my other house, and I take a ? that I do not know:
A small ? that ? the ? and the village ?-? in the forest
I begin to ? ? ? the nature, when all of the sudden, night falls
I am ? into a world of silence, ? I am not afraid
I fall asleep for some minutes, a couple at most, and when I awake
The sun is there and the forest ? ? ? ?
I remember this forest. This is not an ordinary forest, it is a forest of memories
My memories. This white and ? river, my adolescence
These tall trees, the men whom I have loved. These birds who fly, ? ?, my lost father
My memories are no longer memories
They are there, living, ? of me, they dance and ? me, sing and ? me
I look at my hands. I caress my face, and I am twenty years old
And I love like I have never loved

i know there are some english translations in the comments but i thought i would give this a try to practice my french
if anyone is fluent in french please fill me in on those ?s



Melissa Place Hisle

It's late. I seek my other home, and I take a path that I do not know:
A small path that runs along the factories and the city intersecting with the forest.
I'm just beginning to see nature, when all of a sudden, night falls.
I am immersed in a world of silence, yet I am not afraid.
I fall asleep for a few minutes, at most, and when I wake up,
The sun is there and the forest is shining brightly.
I recognize this forest. It's not an ordinary forest, it's a forest of memories.
My memories. This white and sonorous river, my adolescence.
These tall trees, the men I loved. These birds flying in the distance, my father gone.
My memories are no longer memories.
They are there, alive, near me, they dance and embrace me, sing and smile at me.
I look at my hands. I caress my face, and I'm 20 years old.
And I like how I never liked.



All comments from YouTube:

Wraith YT

This song, this album... it is life. From the warmth of the sun rising, the innocence of children laughing, the bizarre acts of nature - to the darkness of space, the weariness of time, and the departure of death. "Hurry up, We're Dreaming" is life. Every song lives and dies as if it were a living being itself.
M83, thank you for everything.

Kyle Lundgren

right here, officer. This is the one that made me cry.

Human Lost

you're exactly right

Michelle Szymanski

I got chills through my whole body reading this while listening..

Peanuty Gt

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SAVE THE HUMANS

I AM ERROR Are you right more than you are happy?

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Alejandroteie

THIS IS NOT MUSIC THIS IS ART!

Lionel Shapiro

Oui !!!!!

Paul

Yes... that's what music means

z Haxeu

This is the dumbest and most unaware statement you can make.

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