When you slip on your summer dress
Far too short and much too tight
The caretaker can burn all the paintings
The president can push the button
And the Swiss can welcome all the idiots
Who cares
I want you I want you
I’ll drown myself ten times to keep you afloat
This time it’s for real
I want you
When you slip on your summer dress
Far too short and much too tight
Well, growing old will be nothing at all
And to die will be just a game
Come on, let’s both jump together
Who cares
I want you I want you
I’ll hang my despair by its feet
I’ll slip a handkerchief soaked in ether under the nose
Of each one of my bitter soldiers
I want you I want you
I’ll spit out the razor blades
That hid under each one of my criticisms
To the end, to the end
I want you, I want you
I’ll take the crutches away from our love
As I’ll have found the way again
The way that was leading us to dawn
Without sleeping my love
I want you I want you
When you slip on your summer dress
Far too short and much too tight
I want you