Your face folds up like an accordion
When you smile at the angels you’re so beautiful I’m so stupid
Poppée
Your face opens up like the sea long ago
When your sparkles discover
This sun so big
Poppée
You’ve struck camp between your two parents
In a too big bed where two lazy old things
Poppée
Doze before being romantic again
It s not that you take up a lot of space, in your bed you’d be more comfortable
Poppée
This love which was at the end of our rifle
I was ready to fire, I swear that she was too
Poppée
And then you came and watered out horses
In that moonless night at the end of our roll
Poppée
When I plant my nose in your neck my Poppée
Like in a wineglass
I Inhale the fruity aroma of your dress
And that stings under my eyelids Poppée
And the happiness that flows in my streams
Snatches me at the moment away from this bastard's life
You walk on all fours, me, I'm on my last legs
In your silken hair there’s some blond there’s some red
Poppée
And on this golden ring I’ve taken too many blows
I’m falling down but I won’t let go of you my little scrap
You’re as beautiful as a prayer, you’re beautiful without doing it on purpose
I look at you kneeling, you look at me astonished
Your face folds up like an accordion
When you smile at the angels you’re so beautiful I’m so stupid