Paris-Seychelles [English translation]

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