Papillon [English translation]

Falling are the leaves

To days, shorter

Which retain

My body and my voice

I wanted to tell you

That I love you

Cocoon that is waking up

To the only perfumes

I'm waiting for

Deep in my dreams

Often

When my eyes light up

For a long time

On your white promises

Without seeing the trap

Dancing

Short lasting butterfly

With wings of glass

Prisonner of the wires of your secrets

Butterfly hoping

For just a little light

To dry out her colors

To the fire of your desires

So high is my fever

From you, so soft

My prince

I lost the words

I would like to tell you

How much I love you

Everything looks so lovely

In the upper of your shoulders

Or I imagine myself

Sometimes

Poor chrysalis

Drinking

The honey of your words

To open itself

And leave the ground

Short lasting butterfly

With wings of glass

Prisonner of the wires of your secrets

Butterfly hoping

For just a little light

To dry out her colors

To the fire of your desires