Damien Saez - Webcams de nos amours dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre

Webcams of our loves

I think the computer is crying
I think he broke his heart
In the memories of hard drives
What's left of the adventures?
 
She had the eyes of the pixels
In her vulgarity, I thought pretty
The seconds spent watching her
Under her parasol, undressing
 
Here we are, I've put my blue three-piece
I've got my debit card ready
I have a date with the girls
With the eyes of the shining computer
I like when they undress
Their breasts hanging to my rags
We should never say farewell
We should not fall in love
 
But me, I fell in love1
So, every night I see her
Eva, Maria, or whomever
On the velvet sofa
 
She is showing me everything, just for me
She's slowly removing her stockings
And me, I swear to you, I believe her
When she's whispering very low to me
On the webcams of our loves
The both of us, we said for ever
Me, I had put my blue three-piece
When I fell in love
Of an undressed for the networks
Of a writing looking for its words
To give people a hard-on
There are philanthropic bar codes
 
Breasts hanged to the passing days
She's selling her ass on the crossroads
She snatched my debit card
Pixels deep in her eyes
Me, I lost the connexion
So, I'm here like an asshole
Lights in the back lights
My love left for ever
 
I would like to take her to the sun
I would like to take her away from the crowds
The castaways of the virtuals
Lost in the battering of the swells
I'd like to tell her that she's really pretty
And it doesn't matter if my eyes are flowing
In my heart she put some sky
Some splendid on the crossroads
 
The others, they say I'm crazy
I sing her name in the bars
The others, you know, I don't care
I have hope to see her again
One day, on the corner, my Estonian
Of a street, she will say hello to me
Like a ship at the bottom of the plains
She'll make me see love again
 
I like when you undress
Under the shining eyes of the computer
 
On the webcams of our loves
 
On the webcams of our loves
When will be the smell? When will be the pout?
Of my eyes drowned into yours?
When will be the touch of perfume?
Concerts on your phone
And the stupid things you're humming
Cultures to the fire, matters to the fire
They defeated our ephemerals
On the webcams of our loves
Don't get me wrong, I like
Throwing my flame to the great void
The all free that we sell to nothingness
On the webcams of our loves
Pixelating crying for help
Frequencies looking for daylight
On the webcams of our loves
Come on, come back to drown my sorrows
My lonelinesses in the gloomy plains
Come on, come back to do the loves
Come back, you, my shipwreck
Come back, your pretty face
Come back to take the trips
Of those oceans without shores
 
And if our venoms are lonely
The virtuals tasting like the sky
Among all the whores of the net
The missing girls in the tempests
Me, I'm searching like a cast away
But to how to find her?
This body lost in the tempests
My love forever is gone
On the webcams of our loves
My love, O my love
Gone devouring in the matrix
My love was rated X
Gone devouring in the matrix
My love was rated X
 

• 1. Here he is actually using the English syntax of 'falling in love', when in French we would say 'tomber amoureux' which would roughly translate to 'fall loving'

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