A keresés eredménye

Lies

When you look at me
I see it well, it's really true
Your gaze goes away
And passes through me
To lose itself beyond me
And when I ask you
Repeatedly what you're thinking of
Do you believe that I don't feel
That you answer me with lies?
 
Do you know that I like your lies?
Do you know that I like your lies?
 
You can lower your eyes
Ruffle my hair
Say whatever you like
I don't believe you
 
When you kiss me
I tell myself yes of course it's true
As long as he kisses me
Of course he's hooked
As everything moves along and wears out
And when you smile at me
With a distracted air, it's true
Do you think that I don't see
That you're thinking about everything except me?
 
Do you know that I like your lies?
Do you know that I like your lies?
 
As long as you lie
You're holding on to me
The same way I hold onto you
Even in spite of you
 
But you don't know
Me, though, I know that it's true
That you are like that
Because I know you
And you don't know yourself
I only live for you
You only live for yourself
And yet you without me
That won't work out, don't you think so?
 
Do you know that I like your lies?
Do you know that I like your lies?
 
As long as you cheat on me
And you come back
It means that you can't
Do without me
 
I like your duplicity
Alas, alas, it's true
Do you think that I don't hear
When you call me
By all kinds of new names?
If one day you leave me
Don't worry, it's true
Me, I will disappear
You won't hear anything more about me
 
I will miss your lies
I will miss your lies
 
Keep on lying
I won't deprive you
As for me, I can't
Live without you
As for me, I can't
Live without you
 

Me I Prefer

It seems that they are wrong
Those with no taste for taking
Those without enemies
To beat, to burn
Those who like men better
Alive rather than dead
It seems that they are wrong
 
It's quite curious, me I prefer
A very small garden along the edge of the river
It's quite curious, me I prefer
My own little boat with your hand in the water
 
It seems wrong
To not have a vocation
To be an executioner master hangman
Killer of occupations
To be disgusted by these great stains
It seems wrong
A vampire's honor
 
It's quite curious, me I prefer
The scent of your hair coming out of the water
It's quite curious, me I prefer
The scent of your garden drifting along in the water
 
It seems spineless
To refuse to die
Like an insect on the field of honor
A hand closed around the heart
Covered within the folds of the flag
Riddled with a thousand shards
Just like the movies
 
It's quite curious, me I prefer
Take my own flowered little cruise on the river
It's quite curious, me I prefer
Love under the archways of your small enclosed garden
It's quite curious, me I prefer
Love under the archways of your small enclosed garden
 

The Watchmaker

Full sun on the little bench where we met up
The small lawn of our good times
In the little square of my loves
The butterflies were fluttering around
In the little square of my loves
A small bench, every day,
Reminds me of our encounter
Our first ever embrace
First anxious kisses
That we exchanged
At the time when we parted
But his passion was fake
 
The meeting under the giant
Clock of a watchmaker
At the cusp of night-time
Because he was late
I was trotting on the pavement
Trying to spot him
 
That meeting under the giant
Clock of a watchmaker
At the cusp of night-time
Because he never came
I found myself naked
In the arms of a stranger
In the arms of the watchmaker
Who under his giant clock
Seeing me distraught
At his place, he made me serve
Taking advantage of my sobs
He pricked my virginity
 
Since then, I wind the watches
Of my husband the watchmaker
I won't stop crying, crying anymore
Ah, what a sad memory!
Until the moment when I die
I will do nothing but curse
That meeting under the giant
Clock of a watchmaker
At the cusp of night-time
And living every day
On the square of my loves
Makes me cry, cry
 
Behold, it's snowing on the little bench where we met up
The small lawn of my good times
In the little square of my loves
Big clumps of snow are fluttering around
In the little square of my loves
A small bench becomes all white
 

What a Story

This man is over there looking at me
I accidentally met his gaze
I couldn't lower my eyes
That seems to have made him happy
He takes this as a flirtation
My eyes are black, his are blue
 
Oh! Oh! Oh! What a story
He's going to think I want him
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Oh! How could I
Undo this
If I Can
 
This man is there smiling at me
He's talking to me and I'm thrilled
I'm his mouth's drawing
His hand touches me softly
Tonight I'm not shy
Trapped like a fly
 
Oh! Oh! Oh! What a story
He's going to think I want him
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Oh! How could I
Undo this
If I Can
 
This man is here taking my arm
I don't know why
We're a bit too intimate
I'm going to be a victim again
Of a beautiful adventure
This encounter is so rare
 
Oh! Oh! Oh! What a story
He's going to think I want him
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Oh! How could I
Undo this
If I Can
 
This man is here taking my clothes off
Tonight I smell like vanilla
He just said 'come here!'
and I hold back in vein
everything he's doing is for my own good
his desire wove a bond
 
Oh! Oh! Oh! What a story
He's going to think I want him
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Oh! How could I
Undo this
If I Can
 
This man is my alarm clock
It's already sunny outside
We resume our conversation
He's no theorist
What is his name, I don't even know
But I think that he's Brazilian
 
Oh! Oh! Oh! What a story
He's going to think I want him
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Oh! How could I
Undo this
If I Can
 
Oh! Oh! Oh! What a story
He's going to think I want him
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Oh! How could I
Undo this
It's too late!