Along long seventeen year old hair
That I braided from time to time
Glided sometimes bare hands, what did they become ?
Along long nights in half-light
I thought "Here I lapse"
And I waited for the early hours that always came back
Five or six years of hardly nothing, idiotic age, desperate age
Five or six years, I remember, I was clay and fire mixed alltogether
Along this highschool's long hallways where I was bored to death
I used to draw words on the walls without being spotted, of course !
Throughout the long days in black and white
With both hands hidden in my sleeves
I would have given, to be elsewhere, a piece of my heart
Five or six years of hardly nothing, idiotic age, desperate age
Five or six years, I remember, I was clay and fire mixed alltogether
Throughout long dying Sundays, god ! I hated present time
And took refuge in my tower where I was dying of love
Along long clandestine letters that I used to write as a heroine
I secretly imagined that someone was dying for me
Five or six years of hardly nothing, idiotic age, desperate age
Five or six years, I remember, I was clay and fire mixed alltogether
Along long seventeen year old hair
That you braided from time to time
Glided sometimes bare hands, what did they become ?
Along long nights in half-light
I thought "Here I lapse !"
And I waited for the early hours that always came back
Five or six years of hardly nothing, idiotic age, desperate age
Five or six years, I remember, I was clay and fire mixed alltogether
Five or six years, I remember.