| Song | Le temps |
| Artist | Abed Azrié |
| Album | Abed Azrié chante Adonis |
| 作词 : Ali Ahmad Saïd Adonis | |
| 作曲 : Abed Azrié | |
| I hug the blade of time, My head a flaming tower What is this blood rooted in the sand And this dwindling within? Flames of the present, What have we got to say? | |
| My soul has forgotten the object Of its passion, Forgotten its legacy hidden At the heart of images | |
| No longer remembers the story told By the rain Nor that of the trees inscribed in their ink. | |
| What is it that separates me from myself? Could I be more than one? Could my story be my downfall And my promised land my pyre? | |
| Could I be several? One questions the other: who are you, whence do you come? Could it be madness? So teach me, madness, be my guide |
| zuò cí : Ali Ahmad Sa d Adonis | |
| zuò qǔ : Abed Azrié | |
| I hug the blade of time, My head a flaming tower What is this blood rooted in the sand And this dwindling within? Flames of the present, What have we got to say? | |
| My soul has forgotten the object Of its passion, Forgotten its legacy hidden At the heart of images | |
| No longer remembers the story told By the rain Nor that of the trees inscribed in their ink. | |
| What is it that separates me from myself? Could I be more than one? Could my story be my downfall And my promised land my pyre? | |
| Could I be several? One questions the other: who are you, whence do you come? Could it be madness? So teach me, madness, be my guide |