La Lune Blanche
sToa Lyrics


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La lune blanche
Luit dans les bois;
De chaque branche
Part une voix
Sous la ramée...

Ô bien-aimée.
L'étang reflète,
Profond miroir,
La silhouette
Du saule noir
Où le vent pleure...

Rêvons, c'est l'heure,

Un vaste et tendre
Apaisement
Semble descendre
Du firmament
Que l'astre irise...




C'est l'heure exquise.

Overall Meaning

The poem "Clair de Lune" by Paul Verlaine is the inspiration for sToa's song "La Lune Blanche". The phrase "La lune blanche" alludes to the full moon shining over the forests. The opening verse describes the voices that emanate from each branch in the woods, which may refer to the sounds of nature or the inner voices that arise in one's mind while surrounded by nature.


In the second verse, the reflection of the moon on the deep water of a pond and the silhouette of a weeping willow tree that dances with the breeze emphasizes the melancholic atmosphere of the song. The "hour of dreams" indicates a moment when two lovers are standing together, immersed in the beauty of nature.


The third verse offers a sense of comfort as the vast, soothing calmness descends from heaven like a gentle rain shower or cooling breeze. The moon's iridescence adds a magical and enchanted touch to the scene. The "exquisite hour" can be interpreted as the present moment, frozen in time and space - a momentary reprieve from stress or worries.


Overall, the song expresses the beauty and tranquility that can be found in nature, which can be a healing balm for the soul.


Line by Line Meaning

La lune blanche
The white moon shining in the sky


Luit dans les bois;
Brightly illuminating the woods;


De chaque branche
From each branch


Part une voix
Comes a voice


Sous la ramée...
Under the foliage...


Ô bien-aimée.
Oh, beloved one.


L'étang reflète,
The pond reflects


Profond miroir,
Deep mirror


La silhouette
The silhouette


Du saule noir
Of the black willow


Où le vent pleure...
Where the wind is weeping...


Rêvons, c'est l'heure,
Let us dream, it's the hour,


Un vaste et tendre
A vast and tender


Apaisement
Calmness


Semble descendre
Seems to descend


Du firmament
From the heavens


Que l'astre irise...
Tinged with the colours of the dawn...


C'est l'heure exquise.
It's the exquisite hour.




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