That was really the much talked about paradise
To set a sailor foot in it, but to feel stricken
By your warm eyes, your warm eyes
When we'd like to be strong and proud
To melt like the ice-cubes at the bottom of our glasses
To drink through the whole night so we don't shut up anymore
So we become someone else...
Between a stranded desirer and a white desert
I think about you half the time
About your clear eyes, your clear eyes
Blind and filled with you, towards the light
When the sun sets the sea ablaze
I love your mystery
And I can do better
I feel like a man overboard
May those who loved before understad me
I feel like a man overboard
What could I do about it?
I feel like a man overboard
May those who never loved
Cast the first stone
I feel like a man overboard
What could you do about it?
You, my angel, a gift of the gods
Whom I caress with my eyes
You are my joy, my precious gem
I caress you with my eyes
I only caress you with my eyes
I only loved your mystery
I should have done better
I feel like a man overboard
My heart of stone has only seen
Half of the sea
I feel like a man overboard
What could I do about it?
I feel like a man overboard
My heart of stone
Has only seen half of the sea
Like a man overboard
May those who have drowned before understand me