To smile at you out, on Angoulême¹
A Chasse-Spleen Melchior, Paris-Seychelles
To discover your body, from the scene¹
Of the dark decor, Lucrèce¹ is the queen
We told each other things
That we won't keep
While the water drops off
Ours brambles lilac
The sun is falling asleep on the Seychelles
Sand and sunrise, fleur de sel¹
Wait me I'm going out of the Île aux Cerfs¹
Thunder is gold to lose himself
J'ai tellement besoin de toi oho
I need you so
Je ne te laisserai pas partir oho
I won't let you go oho
(x4)
To suffer from death, to please you
To defend ours faults, and then to be quiet
The desire again, for winter
A chaos of efforts, on Saint-Hilaire¹
We told each other things
That we won't keep
While we settles down
On ours Mayan laurels
We said to ourself things
(Choirs)
We said to ourself things
J'ai tellement besoin de toi oho
I need you so
Je ne te laisserai pas partir oho
I won't let you go oho
(x4)
We told each other things
That we won't keep
While the water drops off
Ours brambles lilacs