Sentiment Nouveau [English translation]

I had lost my taste for things

Without knowing why…

The start of new times

Surprised me soon after!

Blue dust of grief

Had been rising on all roads,

Where was running like an illusion

My distraught soul.

Then came up this new feeling,

This breath on my skin,

The pleasure of being with you.

Then came up the joy of being awakened

By a first kiss

From a beloved mouth.

(The whole pleasure of being with you)

We were in the last lease of life,

Condemned to die tomorrow,

And coming from a decimated herd

Destined for the butcher…

After that, my sorrow has turned into an ancient world,

A Tibetan monastery,

A junk with lots of holes

Ready to overturn.

Then came up this new feeling,

This breath on my skin,

The pleasure of being with you.

Then came up the joy of being awakened

By a first kiss

From a beloved mouth.

Then came up this new feeling,

This breath on my skin,

The pleasure of being with you.

Then came up the joy of being awakened

By a first kiss

From a beloved mouth.

(Pleasure,

The pleasure of being with you)