Flamme à lunettes [English translation]

I've lost my glasses

Well, I didn't want to wear them

They make me look weird

Like some flame with glasses.

OH little match

It's dangerous to be coquettish

To the extent of having just your way

When it might cost you a bomb

I don't care about

Blurry vision

I don't need glasses

To kiss and to sing

I'd rather keep my eyes shut

Oh, my little fire

Let me bite your clothes

Tear them into pieces

Spit them out into confetti

To kiss you under some rain...

Of confetti ?

Yes, let's go.

I'm blinded*

In just a few steps

I can get lost in the distance

So far away in my street

And I don't even dare

Look at the sun

Nor look at the sky

Right in the eyes

I'm blinded

I will lead you

Out of your head

I will be your pair of glasses

You would be my match.

I have a confession to make

I hear you, but I could

Never recognize you

Even seated between two old men.

We'll strike

One another being

So much that we will burn our skeletons

And on my heart's clock

At midnight sharp, we'll catch fire

It goes without even opening our eyes

I know I'm a headflame

But when the music stops

I find it hard to reopen my eyes

I go up in flames match

My eyelids burn brightly

So much that I could smash my classes

Without thinking to reopen my eyes.

She dances like a bird

Poised,

On her little stilettos

Her feet start to get caught in

Her pretty nose just crashed down

On the street.

I smash my head

Against the trees, whose blue leaves

Seem planted in heavens

They are what we confuse best

With heavens

Blue trees

Are wonderful.

I'm blinded

In just a few steps

I can get lost in the distance

So far away in my street

And I don't even dare

Look at the sun

Nor look at the sky

Right in the eyes

I'm blinded

I'm blinded

In just a few steps

I can get lost in the distance

So far away in my street

And I don't even dare

Look at the sun

Nor look at the sky

Right in the eyes

I'm blinded