Sur mes lèvres [English translation]
Sur mes lèvres [English translation]
On my lips,
He walks just like the gods
On my lips,
He think he's in the middle
On the lips
He just created for me
It would seem that he is
Overwhelmed by darkness
On my lips,
Where his soul is embodied
On my lips,
He carries on with his task
On my lips
Which have the unreality
Which have the moist beauty
Of an undressed queen
He takes from his bank account
The money needed for the journey
Some friends in New York
Will lend him the entire floor
For the outside beauty
Displeases him so much
On my lips,
When the heart gets heavy
To my lips,
Returns the traveler
On my lips,
From a faraway street,
Dressed from head to toe,
He blows a kiss
On my lips,
In his people of blood
On my lips,
In his childish dream
On my lips,
We fall into my hedge
Haunted by desire
Just like two tomboys
He takes from his bank account
The money needed for the journey
Some friends in Woodstock
Will lend him the entire floor
For the outside beauty
Displeases him so much
On my lips,
Just like anatomy
On my lips,
Strolls his distress
On my lips,
An exiled sovereign
On his line of queens,
It rains down
On my lips,
Just like a brother in crime
On my lips,
To his melancholy
On my lips,
With his musketeers
He's looking for a character,
A light character
He takes from his bank account
The money needed for the journey
Some friends in Chambord
Will lend him the entire floor
For the outside beauty
Displeases him so much
On my lips,
It's in his blood
On my lips,
He's flooded by the stream
On my lips,
For his clay women
He must fill this void
He's the god of an island
On my lips,
Since all is legendary
On my lips,
I sing his prayer
On my lips,
To leave behind this nothingness
God, please listen to him
On a revolving plate1
He takes from his bank account
The money needed for the journey
Some friends on Saturn
Will lend him the entire floor
For the outside beauty
Displeases him so much
On my lips,
The first snowfall of the winter
On my lips,
His god finally bends
On my lips,
Here comes the Finistère
Where could we go?
What did you expect to find
On my lips?
1. It would seem the literal translation is 'lazy Susan', but I thought it sounded awkward here.
- Artist:Nolwenn Leroy
- Album:Ô filles de l'eau