Irène Jacob

They, they were thrashing

Trembling, trembling and dowsed

Less afraid of the world

Than what was held within

Sudden loss and turn of course

Isolation in a barren winter

Endurance in dedication

To sworn detachment

Break through

Let me hold you tight

Just this once, just this once

As we both cling

To a tiny, to a tiny hope

Just this once, just this once

Just this once, just this once

To a tiny hope

To a tiny hope