Bagatelle - Yann Tiersen

Tiens, une petite voix me glisse quatre verités
Qui passent la rampe et gravissent l'escalier
Les jambes tirent et les yeux ont tourné,
Va savoir, où la bouche est tombée

Comme museau levé j'écoute, la voix je la suis,
Top là ! Echangeons des nuits pour des nuits
Du coup l'aube en sort toute retournée,
Le bourreau a du mal a trancher.

Et aussitôt, quelqu'un manque et de rien, le jour est chargé
Et tout peut se charger d'absence.
Rien qui sache mieux qu'elle s'absenter.

Bagatelle, que m'as tu promis ? Où m'as-tu mené ?
Les petites vagues se font vite emportées,

Et morflant, sous cape, comme habitué,
On a vite sa table, ses entrées
Des retours de flamme s'annoncent,
Leurs trains sont attendus,

Ma pancarte est inutile, ils m'ont reconnu,
Dans l'helice où mes doigts sont passés
Je m'avance l'histoire de bien capter.

Car rien à faire quelqu'un manque et de rien,
Le jour est chargé,
Et tuot peut se charger d'absence,
Rien qui sache mieux qu'elle s'absenter

This one I have a pretty hard time wrapping my head around. For the most part I can translate the words themselves rather thoroughly, but I am missing something vast here. I understand that it is mostly just metaphor, some kind of art project poetry piece. The tune is beautiful and if I could have any help in understanding this one, perhaps I can sleep better at night.

It's hard to get the sense of these lyrics even for a French native ,
So don't be surpised if the translation seems incomprehensible too .
Actually I don't think this song was made to be understood .
As you wrote , it's a kind of "art project poetry piece" .
I tried my best ..


Yann Tiersen - Trifle

Hey , a little voice tells me few home truths in a whisper
That are passing by the banister and going upstairs
Legs are tired and eyes are turned

My nose is raised , I listen , I follow the voice
Come on ! Let's exchange nights for nights
Finally the dawn sorts out all flipped
The executioner has a hard time sliting

And straight away , somebody's missing and of nothing , the day is filled
And everything can be filled with absence
Nothing can be missing better than it

Trifle , what did you promise me ? Where did you take me ?
The little waves were quickly carried away

And suffering , under my cape , like used ,
We quickly got our table , our starters
Backfires are brewing
Trains are awaited

My notice is useless , they recognized me
In the helix where my fingers passed
I go ahead , in order to get it well

Because there's nothing left to do , somebody's missing and of nothing ,
The day is filled
And everything can be filled with absence ,
Nothing can be missing better than it

This is helpful indeed. It does give me some perspective on the lyrics. Thank you so much.