More songs by Laura Cahen
Description
Arranger: Mike Lindsay
Arranger: Laura Cahen
Arranger: Josephine Stephenson
Background Vocals: Josephine Stephenson
Bass Guitar: Laura Cahen
Bass Guitar: Mike Lindsay
Cello: Cecilia Bignall
Cello: Sergio Serra
Drums: Zoé Hochberg
Guitar: Laura Cahen
Keyboards: Josephine Stephenson
Lead Vocals: Laura Cahen
Lead Vocals: Shura
Mastering Engineer: Fab Dupont
Organ: Josephine Stephenson
Percussion: Laura Cahen
Piano: Josephine Stephenson
Recording Engineer: Matt Lawrence
Recording Engineer: Mike Lindsay
Synthesizer: Josephine Stephenson
Synthesizer: Laura Cahen
Viola: Joe Fisher
Viola: Luba Tunnicliffe
Violin: Coco Inman
Violin: Ellie Consta
Violin: Julian Azkoul
Violin: Oliver Cave
Composer: Laura Cahen
Composer: Josephine Stephenson
Lyrics and translation
Original
Will all the water that flows from your eyes or mine be enough to stop the fire?
In the middle of the crowd, with your eyes, you hold me.
But what else is in them? I don't see anything anymore.
I know everything is burning on the sides.
All the roofs are collapsing under the weight of summer.
I long to look at you.
Oh, I only had your eyes to cry with.
You notice every tear falling from my eyes like they could douse the fires that are burning here.
But both of us disappear as the fires rise and you draw me near as if you realize.
I know everything is burning on the sides.
All the roofs are collapsing under the weight of summer.
I long to look at you.
Oh, I only had your eyes to cry with.
Will all the water flowing from my eyes or yours finally be enough to stop the fire?
Will all the closed doors of houses or trains open tomorrow if it rains outside?
English translation
Will all the water that flows from your eyes or mine be enough to stop the fire?
In the middle of the crowd, with your eyes, you hold me.
But what else is in them? I don't see anything anymore.
I know everything is burning on the sides.
All the roofs are collapsing under the weight of summer.
I long to look at you.
Oh, I only had your eyes to cry with.
You notice every tear falling from my eyes like they could douse the fires that are burning here.
But both of us disappear as the fires rise and you draw me near as if you realize.
I know everything is burning on the sides.
All the roofs are collapsing under the weight of summer.
I long to look at you.
Oh, I only had your eyes to cry with.
Will all the water flowing from my eyes or yours finally be enough to stop the fire?
Will all the closed doors of houses or trains open tomorrow if it rains outside?