La Rue Kétanou - My fault that is yours

Original title: "Ma faute à toi"
Year: 2003

I need still and always
I need to enter in a woman's home
To come out at daybreak
With a bit less flames
In the eyes
When I look at you
Because our love that belongs to us
I'm the only one who keeps it

I need to enter in a woman's home
In someone else's home other than yours
You who lost my flame
My flame which was for you
I need to forget about you
To not recognize you
Everywhere I go
I need to be reborn

I need to live
To live in front of myself
Those who love me follow me
I know, you, you stay there
I need to love
I can't do anything else
I need to love
And it's not your fault

It's my fault that is yours
You who is too beautiful
You you are too beautiful for me
And the beauties are cruel
For those who want them
For those who do not have them
For those who are alone
For those who do not know
For those who walk for hours
And are going nowhere
For those who drink
For those who do not sleep
For those who sing
Who sing
For those who sing
Who sing for you

I need to live
To live in front of myself
Those who love me follow me
I know, you, you stay there
I need to love
I can't do anything else
I need to love
And it's not your fault

It's my fault that is yours
You who is too beautiful
You you are too beautiful for me
And the beauties are cruel
For those who want them
For those who do not have them
For those who are alone
For those who do not know
For those who walk for hours
And are going nowhere
For those who drink
For those who do not sleep
For those who sing
Who sing
For those who sing
Who sing for you

Rue Ketanou - Bride of the water

Original Title: "La Fiancée de l'Eau"
Year: 2000

Dead from drought, the bride of the water
married her blood to the stream's
Prince, put away your white sheet,
Prince, put away your white sheet,
Prince, put away your white sheet.
Prince, put away your white sheet

It'll never be the reddening flag of her virginity.
Look at her honor,
look at her honor,
look at her honor,

Look at her honor, fleeing away through death
Look, sad thief, absence is inside her body
You can dig the earth,
you can dig the earth,
you can dig the earth

you can dig the earth with all your remorses
Dig, to hell, dig, dig, again
No, you'll have nothing from her
No, you'll have nothing from her
No, you'll have nothing from her

No, you'll have nothing from her
There is nothing left to take
She threw herself to the sky
You begin to understand
that not everything is for sale
that not everything is for sale
that not everything is for sale