I am the woman without joy of a next-day without party
A tear without weight, a box without mails
I am a pool bar, a hotel pool
Weak souls wash up on my french riviera
My saliva smells like chlorine, my bed decontaminates
Here, one pushes, one mixes with another, one commits crimes
I am a pool of blood, a pool who knows
How to remain silent and pretend her customers pay
She has lost so many men that men feel free there
Men bang into my stiff edges
I am a pool of tears, a pool of sadness
Half empty pool, half full pool
I heard that rivers mix with her, and streams too
That she has a shore, that children swim
She is a pool of sand, a pool of salt
I'd like someone to bring me there right before holidays
I want to go to the sea
To go to the sea
To go to the sea
To go to the sea
To go to the sea