When the light over your sleeping hips
Spreads itself, answers me in the night
When the light of torpid stars
Nestles into the Paris sky
A hope ignites in the hollow of the night
In your eyes
In the amorous well
Where I dove in mid air
To the level of the sparks*
There, it's the hour of glimmers
It's hope, it's the night
The stars who have fallen asleep
Over the bright years, light us up today
Going back up the river of midnight
It's a lure, it's a glimmer
And maybe that's too bad
It's the silver butter of midnight
If tomorrow doesn't go well
If they take me for an idiot
A dreamer, a chaser of glimmers
I'll say to myself that we'll see
And maybe that's too bad
But tomorrow I know it will become night
Oh tomorrow I know it will become night
Oh
When the light over your sleeping hips
Spreads itself, answers me in the night
When the light of torpid stars
Nestles into the Paris sky
A hope ignites in the hollow of the night
In your eyes
In the amorous well
Where I dove in mid air
To the level of the sparks*