Une envie méchante [English translation]

She left with the speed of a fighter jet

Of an atomic bomb, that devastates, that levels

She roamed the world, passing through again and again

Contempt in her voice, cocaine as a sole trace

The fear of emptiness and solitude didn't cross her mind anymore

She drowned in opium, at the Bermuda triangle

As short-lived as the turquoise at the bottom of swimming pools

She developed a taste for mixing champagne and aspirin

Like the pink ashes of a cigarette in the night

Like the vanilla smell of a flowery dress

Beautiful beautiful, evanescent

That of that of, of a wicked desire

Sleeping on a velvet and neon sofa

Softened by black lights, lemon coloured vertigo

They illuminate her photoshopped curves

No flaws, no anomalies, without a cloud, nothing but the sky

Finger on the trigger and snapping the lens into place

Fixing the ascending slope of her body to the horizontal*

Dazed by the floodlights and drunk lies

Blinded by fear and then the fantasies that are left to her

Like the pink ashes of a cigarette in the night

Like the vanilla smell of a flowery dress

Beautiful beautiful, evanescent

That of that of, of a wicked desire

Stone-faced, an ice-cube in the desert

Infallible beauty, celestial and unique

They're suffice for her to come real close to light

To burn there finally alive, embers then dust

She slashed her veins while watching the flowing blood

In the reflection of the Seine and its misty tricks

To plunge all in there, to forever drown

In forgetting the pipe dreams that consumed her, that killed her

Stopping the bleeding and the thousands of questions

That enter into her head, a concrete cage

Nooks, trenches, the throbbing madness

To maybe finally stop this fucking wicked desire

• Artist:Tim Dup
• Album:Mélancolie heureuse