L'e-mail a des ailes [English translation]

Everything is written

But my life is the exception

It's in ink that

Comes to life when I sketch myself.

The author, one heart

Between his artist fingers

It's he who touches mine

Which beats to tell him

To tell him:

If love

Is confidential

Come back to love

E-mail has wings, words that we send

Memos and messages

It's at his fingertips

That fly away

My words which tangle

Everything is written

But my keyboard weaves me

Closed things

Emotions which are mine

Red, two three keys

And it's the fruit which is exquisite

His breath that opens me

That unbuttons my life