Moi, vociférante,

Mon regard, non focalisé,

Ma gorge, serrée,

Ma poitrine, oppressée,

Mon cœur, lacéré.

Mes mains, porteuses de vices,

Mauvaise fabrication.

Mon plus grand défaut,

Mon dénominatif.

Ma mémoire ne glorifie rien,

Ma naissance n’en doit rien,

Malicieuses gamètes.

I’ve been dreaming of this

To have you surrounded  by me

There’s wound

Which does good

More  than they hurt

 

There’s a glimmer in me

Your eyes glow

A thousand lights, at fool beam

 Tell me, what’s your power

 What’s your power

 Leaning on my sky

 What have you done

 To me…

 

 When i ban myself to dream

 Will the idea of my hands blow up ?

 When, set on your waist

 I see myself travelling on you

  You just burn in me

 

 There’s a glimmer in me

Your eyes glow

A thousand lights, at fool beam

 Tell me, what’s your power

 What’s your power
   
Settled on you,

I get drunk