MFLT

Et tournoie…

AND WHIRL ROUND

СловаMylène Farmer
МузыкаLaurent Boutonnat
ПереводVeronique Lepine
Язык английский

Perceive your funerals

Your brain all tousled

You wish you are liquid

Translucent puppet

But you'll never make a change

The dark side's my shadow

Dissolved in eternity

And the star is of ash

This inside ghost of yours

Is facing your hours

Snuggled up killer

Your worst enemy

You wish you eject from you

But enviable is your life

Now you enjoy your string

And the star is raising oh…

Wear your soul made of light

And whirl round, and whirl round

Wear your clothes of mystery

And whirl round, and whirl round

Beneath your soul the bitter moan

Dress it now, give it now

Wear your soul made of light

Inside it's only fault

Your heart of crystal

Is breaking at the least burst

Of laugh and of tears

Dead don't care about dices

And the Sun, your emblem

Will only be stolen

For the eternal …oh

Wear your soul made of light

And whirl round, and whirl round

Wear your clothes of mystery

And whirl round, and whirl round

Beneath your soul the bitter moan

Dress it now, give it now

Wear your soul made of light



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