Bons baisers de Paris [English translation]

The capital

Hurts me

It is enjoying to see me suffering

It is imprisoning me

(And) then it is poisoning me

it is damaging me for I get the gloom

Private horizon

I loose the reason

And all the dreams guiding me

And it is a pain

Running through my veins

Staging

All the regrets

I send good kisses from Paris

Limp days

Nights of sleeplessnes

Bad, good kisses from Paris

The lack of air on yellowed paper

Baloons burst

By sharp claws

A grain of love, a grain of love

I send a bitter aftertaste

A desire without mystery

A grain of love, a grain of love

I am afraid of clones

Of the phantom train

Of their condamned looks

And where shall I go

When I am nuts (lit: derail)

I always feel like supervised

12 month of winter

A sky without lights

And more stars to recline

Where does the life hide

That I have been promised?

Navigating to which direction?

I send good kisses from Paris

Limp days

Nights of sleeplessnes

Bad, good kisses from Paris

The lack of air on yellowed paper

Baloons burst

By sharp claws

A grain of love, a grain of love

I send bitter aftertaste

A desire without mystery

A grain of love, a grain of love

The capital hurts me

The capital hurts me

• Artist:Najoua Belyzel