Because our tomorrows cross our fingers, sure of nothing That our clothes are sheets of satin Because I'm doing good, arms down and plunging into your blue lagoon Because it doesn't go away, ripsle smile and shiver It makes me semi-gazelle, semi-dumb Because it feels weird to advance the rank quarter of the next look It's a bit cold, let's smell the minoir in the living room Because what's the point of prison? The dangerous Sundays when the fog is unleashed Because I'm dead twice, that I had the cowardice of reason No, not that if you go there, my account is good But let's take care of the path, the foggy light Because it doesn't go away, ripsle smile and shiver Because the city is beautiful, I see it under your wing And my God, it's you who's essential, I love you so much You know what, I'm crying anyway But there, but there, I love you I love you Oh, but it, but Oh, but it, but Oh, but it, but