I turn my words into a lacquered dress
To mould each one of my enamoured gestures
Which you keep for yourself
Just like a trophy of joy
Just like a Trojan horse
In which our lovemaking is hidden
I turn my heart into a music box
Which plays the delicious moments of our love
The bliss of being two
The bliss of two fires
Which take part in the same games
Sharing the same wish
You are mine
You are mine
I turn my steps into a funeral march
In honour of the past I'm leaving behind me
My love caught a fever
Between me and my lips
I signed with my lifeblood
A contract, a truce
You are mine
You are mine
You are mine
You are mine
You are mine
You are mine
You are mine