There is a small ladybird
Which drop its wings
On the lit of the piano
On June 11th, the weather was nice
I slid my fingers
Then I had a do, a fa
I understood that it was you
My particular partner
All dressed in violet velvet
The ashtray on your side
To our mishmash
Piano
Solo
To our mishmash
Piano
Disco
Piano
Solo
You have the air of a star from the seventies
You have the colours which kiss each other
And here, it’s me who kiss you
From my chagrin, my surprises,
My nights drowned in alcoholic beverages
Which flows on the plexiglass
To our mishmash
Piano
Solo
To our mishmash
Piano
Disco
You have the air of a star from the seventies
You have the colours which kiss each other
I give you my grief, my surprises
If sometimes you promises the sky
To our mishmashes
I need to live to please you
To sing you the new airs
You have the air of a star from the seventies
You have the colours which kiss each other
I give you my woes, my surprises
If sometimes you promises the sky
To our mishmashes
I need to live to please you
To sing you the new airs
Disco