Tell me stuff to distract me,
Give me a "TUC" to remake me,
Changes my ideas, painted all in pink,
Make me waltz, do a few things!
Pirouettes or a smile,
Do not mind it would be worse,
Sends clowns or a big check,
A Danny Boon at my funeral.
Can you pinch me?
Or shouts a cry,
For me to forget
I want to cry,
But it's laughing.
I want to die,
But of desire.
I want to speak,
To say nothing.
I want to love you,
But without suffering.
I want to cry,
But it's laughing.
I want to die,
But of desire.
Chestnut at the foot file a firecracker,
Under my pillow an old Picardy,
Scratching hair, a cushion,
In my dining-room, in my soup of misfortune,
So pretend to break your mouth,
To pass me the time, that I am less alone,
I want a baby but a comic,
I'll rock it but in music,
Can you tape me,
So I can stay here?
No? Be nice
I want to cry,
But it's laughing.
I want to die,
But of desire.
I want to speak,
To say nothing.
I want to love you,
But we must not say it.
I want to cry,
But it's laughing.
I want to die,
But of pleasure.
Fuck of crisis of lack of everything,
Who paralyzes this I admit,
It is true that I am undecided,
But I need you.
But I need you.
I want to cry,
But it's laughing.
I want to die,
But of desire.
I want to speak,
To say nothing.
I want to love you,
But without suffering.
I want to cry,
But it's laughing.
I want to die,
But of pleasure.
I want to cry,
But it's laughing.
I want to love you,
But we must not say it.
Do not say it.
Do not say it.