L’amour c’est comme une cigarette [English translation]

When you’re in the moon

The ideas broken down

I would like to be brown

Like a gipsy

To slip me between your fingers

And then to burn me

To consume for you

To be onlt smoked

When you’re in this world

Where your dreams involve you

I would like to be blond

Like an American

To be soft and wise or to be sweet

To take you in my cloud of smoke

Love is like a cigarette

That burns and that goes up to the head

When someone cannot pass anymore

All that flies away in smoke.

Love is like a cigarette

That flames like a match

Which pricks the eyes that cry

And that flies away in smoke.

I can be French

With blue dress

English,

If you want it

Or to be with mint

In a gilded ring

I don’t believe that I lie

To all that don’t smoke

Love is like a cigarette

That flames as a match

Which pricks the eyes that cry

And that flies away in smoke.

Is made a whole tobacco

When love comes or goes

They are the cigarettes

That it rolls when it wants

And I continue to smoke

To poison you

From me

Blond or brown

Blond or brown

I will be for you

Love is like a cigarette

That burns and that goes up to the head

When someone cannot pass anymore

All that flies away in smoke.

Love is like a cigarette

That flames like a match

Which pricks the eyes that cry

And that flies away in smoke.

Love is like a cigarette

That flames like a match

Which pricks the eyes that cry

And that flies away in smoke.