To smile at you out, on Angoulême¹ A Chasse-Spleen Melchior, Paris-Seychelles To discover your body, from La Seine By the dark decor Lucrèce and Rennes
We said to ourself things That we won't remain While the water drops off Ours brambles lilac
The sun is falling asleep on Les Seychelles Sand and sunrise, fleur de sel Wait me I'm going out of the serbian's island Thunder is gold to lose himself
J'ai tellement besoin de toi oho J'ai tellement besoin de toi Je ne te laisserai pas partir oho Je ne te laisserai pas partir oho (x4)
To suffer from death, to please you To defend ours faults, and then to be quiet The desire again, for winter A chaos of efforts, on Saint-Hilaire
We said to ourself things That we won't remain While we settles down On ours Mayan laurels We said to ourself things (Choirs)
We said to ourself things
J'ai tellement besoin de toi oho J'ai tellement besoin de toi Je ne te laisserai pas partir oho Je ne te laisserai pas partir oho (x4)
We said to ourself things That we won't remain While the water drops off Ours brambles lilac