Isasta - Le chant du colibri

The Song of the Hummingbird
I hold my breath, when my voice rises,
Like a chain that breaks, a sweet truce.
It resonates in the air, an exquisite release,
The words celebrate life, like a gentle breeze.
The voice sings, the voice cries,
Just, it tells the time.
The gestures speak, the gestures scream,
For freedom, it has no price.
In the silence of gestures, freedom takes flight,
Every movement counts, every breath consoles.
Sometimes we make mistakes, but at least we try,
If we hurt, we apologize, we can make peace.
The voice sings, the voice cries,
Just, it tells the time.
The gestures speak, the gestures scream,
For freedom, it has no price.
The night is dark, but dawn is never far,
Authentic bonds tighten, the light returns.
In this world of noise, voices unite,
To create a symphony, where our minds reflect.
When silence weighs, a burden on my chest,
My blood freezes, fear is sensed.
Each escaping image is a life asserting itself,
Even if the voice trembles, it expresses itself.
The voice sings, the voice cries,
Just, it tells the time.
The gestures speak, the gestures scream,
For freedom, it has no price.
Free to learn to love, it's my law,
I draw from my strength, I have no choice.
In the chaos of ideas, I discover a gleam,
Listen to the light song of the hummingbird, it's my heart.