Beauté particulière [English translation]

A bad fire is burning inside of her.

There's nothing she can do, it's already too late.

She does not dream about a he but a she

Who would take her far away from your gazes.

In the streets her eyes look

At the so normal passers-by, she would so much like things to just pass

On her cheeks there's all this water, is there a place here?

Are all loves equal, is there a place here for her?

If you don't like it

She loves who she can, who she believes.

Thunderbolt, she doesn't choose.

If her desire disappoint you,

If you don't like her heart,

Its her special beauty.

Her special beauty

When she closes her eyes

She dreams of some perfume in some long hair

She's not sure about what she wants

And sometimes she would like to be a boy.

In the streets her eyes look

At the so normal passers-by, she would so much like things to just pass

On her cheeks there's all this water, is there a place here?

Are all love equal, is there a place here for her?

If you don't like it

She loves who she can, who she believes.

Thunderbolt, she doesn't choose.

If her desire disappoint you,

If you don't like her heart,

Its her special beauty.

Her special beauty

Her special beauty

Her special beauty

Her special beauty