Elle est d'ailleurs [English translation]

She has that kind of light deep in her eyes

That makes you go blind or fall in love

She moves like perfume in the air,

Gestures that make you stupid or turn you into a dog

And so distant inside her heart

She comes from elsewhere, for sure

She has a way of not saying anything

That speaks to the verge of memories

A way of crossing the street

When she goes to the butcher

When she catches up with me

She comes from elsewhere, for sure

And I fell into slavery

For that smile, for that face

And I tell her take me with you

And I'm ready to sail away

For other places, other shores

But she passes by without an answer

For her, words are worthless

She comes from elsewhere, for sure

She has the subtle hands of a lace maker

That would drive a Vermeer crazy,

This Venetian silhouette

When she leans through her window

I know this movement by heart

She comes from elsewhere, for sure

And I fell into slavery

For that smile, for that face

And I tell her take me with you

And I'm ready to sail away

For other places, other shores

But she passes by without an answer

For her, love is worthless

She comes from elsewhere, for sure

And I fell into slavery

For that smile, for that face

And I tell her take me with you

And I'm ready to sail away

For other places, other shores

But she passes by without an answer