Bataillon d'amour [English translation]

Like white sheets the mist swims through the cold city

it wets the cobblestones and the streets glisten softly

From my hallway falls a yellow shred of light

Shows me the pale face of a child in the darkness

I think, 'But you know this girl,

she's hardly thirteen years old

and already flees into twilight

and already wears the night in her hair'1

Bataillon d'Amour

Two slender hands of a boy are caressing her breast

I'm passing by, a warm breeze of desire is brushing me

and on the street's wet skin, there

their shadows touch, and seduce

Seduce themselves into love

like into a labyrinth

There is nothing we can do

if it just begins

Bataillon d'Amour

1. probably a metaphor, probably some kind of hair jewelry: http://creativeeveryday.com/creativeeveryday/2012/02/she-carried-the-nig...

• Artist:Joachim Witt