Ceux Qui Rêvent Lyrics in English Pomme

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Below, I translated the lyrics of the song Ceux Qui Rêvent by Pomme from French to English.

My sleepless nights aren't white, barely bright

Strewn with stars

Small holes in the watertight canvas

Sad rhinestones on the veil

And me, spellbound by darkness

I spend endless hours

Counting funeral sheep

That line my insomnia

Midnight's here

I don't sleep

And the less I sleep the more I think

And the more I think the less I forget

The vast dead end, the endless space

That stretch at the bottom of my bed

It's unheard-of, all these silences

How cosmic this boredom is

Should I turn to science?

Anesthetize the insomnia?

Midnight's here

I don't sleep

And then past midnight I dance

To the beat of tachycardias

And everything races and everything sways

And everything lays me out and everything escapes me

The moon's a slightly rancid fruit

Life is a disease

Those who dream are really lucky

And the others have insomnia

Those who dream are really lucky

And the others have insomnia

Those who dream are really lucky

As for me I've

Insomnia

Midnight's here

I don't sleep

Midnight's here

I don't sleep

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Claire Pommet

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SONG MEANING

Welcome to Pomme’s sleepless universe! In Ceux Qui Rêvent ("Those Who Dream"), the French singer invites us to slip under her blanket of insomnia, where the night is anything but peaceful. Stars become tiny pinholes in a black canvas, sheep turn into spooky funeral figures, and the ticking clock at midnight feels like a countdown to an endless mind-marathon. As her thoughts spiral, she compares her racing heart to a wild dance floor and even wonders if science could switch her brain off for a while—anything to escape the cosmic boredom stretching across her bed.

Yet beneath the dark humor and dreamy images lies a tender confession: people who can simply fall asleep and dream are incredibly lucky. For Pomme, night is a restless landscape filled with existential questions, surreal metaphors, and a touch of melancholy poetry. The song paints insomnia as both a curse and a twisted kind of adventure, making us feel the weight of every restless sigh while celebrating the fragile beauty of a mind that just won’t quit.

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