Beauté baroque [English translation]

Around our suns, there is a haze

We waltz on the hidden face of the moon

You wake in the night and seem to lack air

You leave the mattress that I had put on the floor

You like my songs

But you don’t like my apartment

You only like the roof

There, where we go to escape from the city

When you feel ashamed

Of being a bad girl

By the dragon mouth in Chinatown

You told me

“It’s impossible, but it’s mutual”

You, my baroque beauty*

Your fair sweat

Your deadly lips

Planted in my bed

A forest of flowers

Among which I hang around

Sometimes until noon

I fiddle around with the echoes

Of our last nights

By the dragon mouth in Chinatown

You told me

“It’s impossible, but it’s mutual”

You, my baroque beauty

Tonight I’m staying here, where you aren’t

My neighbor snores loudly

The one that you don’t like

The floor of my room is clean for once

Go skate there, the ice is good I think

By the dragon mouth in Chinatown

You told me

“It’s impossible, but it’s mutual”

You, my baroque beauty

• Artist:Peter Peter
• Album:Une version améliorée de la tristesse