My head turns like a dervish, alcohol dries up
A bitter taste in the mouth, my tongue a blade in a rough pouch
The floor cracks under our worn out soles of rich kids
We smoke on the eaves, indoors the music covers up the chatting
Love cheats, we are happy, the nights are fresh
Tomorrow we sleep! Sunday at the temple the pastor will only give false sermons
We have our life ahead of us to use what we have
Outside the city is beautiful like if I were a bateau-mouche1
Degrees in the red, couples copulate under the moon
Girl, it's crazy! These 15 years of age transform your eyes into lagoons
Traffic jam of girls in front of the bathroom
Shit! I confused the olive pits with peanuts
We dance our loneliness on binary rhythms
All on the ground, our brain in a fog, there's humor in the air
In these brief instants, it's time which we evade
So tell me what we play before the glimmers of day?
We go on foot, to walk to the beach
And fall into debauchery
In the waves of love
It's that... the situation here is difficult
Lacking poetry, no man wanting commitment
To replace an idea, really, is torture
A face that speaks in poetry is despairing for that reason
On the floor, we dance, temperature is perfect
It's early, it's midnight, it's a full moon
Your perfume is from Chanel in Paris, you support PSG2
Say then what is missing for you to be happy
Only a breast on the face, cold draft beer
Bikinis are from Alla
One more night in Brazil
We go on foot, to walk to the beach
And fall into debauchery
In the waves of love
Lying down, the head in the clouds, the night is bluish
Raise your eyes up there, the sky is in our reach
Is it a drone? A star? Doesn't matter make a wish
The breathless clock hand shows an hour of curfew
Cachaça3, sugar cane, crushed ice cube
My little heart is a lemon in a mortar
The sky is sparse like the dance floor
Where did the serene times go where nothing had consequences?
A fragment of sensuousness
A perfume, an archive, a summer fragrance
A suffocating smoke, your outline and my thoughts
Whip me like a rain beating on the footsteps of hurried passersby
The rays of light are coming at the window
The night which dies to see a new day be born
And as our time is limited
I will go camp on your lips to fall asleep listening to you
We go on foot, to walk to the beach
And fall into debauchery
In the waves of love
We go on foot, to walk to the beach
And fall into debauchery
In the waves of love
1. a boat for boat tours2. Paris soccer team3. Brazilian distilled spirit