J'étais dans ma maison et j'attendais que la pluie vienne

In the house of women, time has stood still.
The father who has died, the son who has gone.
The hands of the clock have grown heavy with the weight of absence.
The Sleeping Beauties dream of their Prince Charming.
The brother has his face.
In the house of ancient rites, he offers the kiss of peace.
His last breath to the breath of the vestals.
And the raft of women pitches.
Any new drunken boat.