Rue de lEnfer
Remembering a day
The broken boats of Noirmoutier
The Atlantic salt collectors
Set about their sectioned squares

A low straight road away
Against the turning tide
We raced and thought we had time to spare
But we got caught at the end of Rue de l’Enfer

Forgetting everything
But how the ash felt as it left my hand
And the words left to the wind
They keep echoing

Memories unpaved and sorrows yet to fade
Wе thought that maybe we could leavе them there
But we got caught at the end
Of Rue de l’Enfer
Of Rue de l’Enfer