MFLT

Et si vieillir m’était conté

And If Growing Old Was Told To Me

LyricsMylène Farmer
MusicMylène Farmer
TranslationCynthia Morisette
Language english

The night with it’s gloved fingers

Unfinished image

Soon the moon is full

The night with it’s fingers so frail

Sculpts the the dawn and the sky

God, this woman is beautiful

The night with it’s fairy fingers

Flowered the image

Of a transitioning happiness

But I saw the swept away being

She did not know how to love herself

Time did it’s ravages

And if growing old was told to me

Would I be here to love you

Other nights come to an end and life

Gave everything, took everything back

The night with it’s iron fingers

Has destroyed the flesh

With it’s cruel rust

When time has dumped

It’s familiar smile

It’s a step towards dust



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