Nuits blanches [English translation]

With a gun against my head,

Both my heart and my soul are at peace

Your finger is on the trigger,

Do whatever you want with me

It's violent, but it's tender

- Almost bestial -

When the bullet's path

Follows the shape of your hips

I still have the taste of our sleepless nights on my lips,

Of the froth of days hanging on to your bedside,

Of the echo of the sleeping waters

I still have the taste of the sleepless nights on my lips

I write to you on the walls

I write to you from the heart of the city

Love is a hard drug,

And every hit brings me farther from the edge

I write to you from the future

I see our loves

And our kids jumping on the bed

Suns are burning in our candles

I still have the taste of our sleepless nights on my lips,

Of the froth of days hanging on to your bedside,

Of the echo of the sleeping waters

I still have the taste of the sleepless nights on my lips

It's all we've got

It's all we've got

It's still burning

It's still there

It's still there

When we fall asleep

I still have the taste of our sleepless nights on my lips,

Of the froth of days hanging on to your bedside,

Of the echo of the sleeping waters

I still have the taste of the sleepless nights on my lips

I still have the taste of the sleepless nights on my lips

With a gun against my head,

Both my heart and my soul are at peace

Your finger is on the trigger,

Do whatever you want with me