Louise [English translation]

Your lips, Louise

are the doors of a church

where I'm coming in the morning

with hat in hand

Your lips, Louise

d'you know what they tell me?

Where in some camisole there's

the cherry of a dog end

After all it doesn't matter

how I light my fag,

with the first light of day

or with love's lightnings,

if my lips get intoxicated

by yours Louise

On your lips, Louise,

mine are resting,

I can't drag the butt out of

such a mass service.

Your lips, Louise

d'you know what they tell me?

Where in this cathedral

there's a bandstand

After all it doesn't matter

how I light my fag,

with the first light of day

or with love's lightnings,

if my lips get intoxicated

by yours Louise

Your letter, Louise

arrived a little earlier.

From your cherry lips

they put the seal on.

Your lips, Louise,

they show me to the door,

my rage is taken out

on my bitten nails.

Paris will have you

and I'm jealous like a dog,

coming again to scratch at your door.

Your lips are closed,

Louise, you gave me the brush off,

tell me something ...

nothing.

Louise I don't want you anymore

since you're spending the night

down the avenue,

under an umbrella

• Artist:Thomas Fersen