Libertine

Ashes of Moon, and little bubble of foam

Pushed by the wind I burn and get a cold

Between my dunes are lying my misfortunes

When nude, I am taught the virtue

Cleaving the Moon, kisses of spines and feathers

Lulled by a little wind I'm wandering

This life is sad like a glass of grenadine

Loving means crying when you're bowing

When I fall asleep on your body

Evaporating, baby you sleep and I wait for the dawn

When you move out of my lips, a bitter taste

Reminds me that I am in heaven

Ashes of Moon, and little bubble of foam

Lost in the wind I burn and get a cold

My body's scared, wet skin have no longer soul

Daddy, they have stolen my heart