Mon prince charmant [English translation]

Bowie left us this morning

You whistle a tune in tribute

Still a little drunk from last night

We know that nothing will be the same

You swim in the water of the pool

A challenge of your fine motor skills

You seem to embody the divine

As if David Hockney had painted you

We talked all night long

With sentences stripped bare

I still have so many things to say to you

Maybe I would have done better running away from you

I wish I'd hid my tears

Here's to life, here's to tragedy

Do you know how much you please me?

I hope that we never let go

Is it the heat that's knocking me out?

Or is it yesterday's alcohol reverberating?

Before you, I feel so small

I want to fall for life¹

You look like Prince Charming

Tell me, do you really exist?

I know that we just met

Would you marry me?