L'Amour [English translation]

Love, not for me!

All this ‘forever’ biz

It’s not neat, it plays tricks

It sneaks on you

like a traitor in velvet

It hurts or bores me, it all depends

Love isn’t worth a dime

It spooks me

and disguises itself as softness

When it growls, when it bites me

Then, yes, it’s worse than everything

Since I want even more of it

Why make all those pleasures, thrills, caresses, shallow promises?

What’s the point getting caught in it again

Heart beating wildly

Understanding nothing?

It’s an ambush

Love won’t do

It isn’t a Saint Laurent [dress]

It won’t hang perfectly

If I can’t find my style

it isn’t for lack of trying

So, love? I pass

What’s the point of all those pleasures, thrills, caresses, lousy promises?

Getting caught in it again, what for?

Heart thumping

understanding zilch

It’s an ambush

Love, I won’t have it

I prefer from time to time

I prefer the taste of the wind

the strange sweet taste of my lovers’ skins

but love, not really!