Dans de beaux draps [English translation]

I love our fights

The music they make

Your flute like notes

My baritone ones

You hand against my cheek applauds

That lovely melody

Lyrics signed, I believe

Lies and Insincerity

I love our fights

And when all is said

I love most of all, falling

Into bed

In a fine mess, in a fine mess

River of mascara

Debris of Baccarat 1

Exhausted but in your arms

I love our fights

We sing so well

Arguments that I hone

Position that you hold

You hand against my cheek applauds

That lovely comedy

Dialogues filled in I believe

With words we didn’t mean

I love our fights

When we can do nothing better

I love most of all falling

Into the sack

In a fine mess, in a fine mess

River of mascara

Debris of Baccarat

Exhausted but in your arms

1. Most probably referring to smashed tableware - Baccarat being a high end brand.