Par les paurpières (inglés)

Par les paurpières (inglés)
The eylids often are heavy
It would be nice to close them one day
And I sing the boring lines in between
Of temperament catapult
Blink the eyes, please
I'm not absent I'm lost in my rhimes

I'm need to be cherished, like a straitjacket
Return to me firefly
As soon as you feel me more beautiful, do not leave me alone
You know nothing but the ground (?)
It doesn't pass through a mask
With the words of yesterday
It doesn't pass through a look
Hidden under the eyelids
I feel myself capable
Today to stop the rain
This summer the sky is comedian
The trader of the sand
Is gone without saying good night
Too bad I'm sleeping bohemian
Travelling the hemisphere
Riding over the the light
You become my heliport
Riding through the whole univers through your eyelids
Returning before the dawn
refrain
The closed eyelids of your does not see anything dark
I'm your chosen one
At your side I lose my dreams
The closed eyelids
A dust of shadows
I'm your chosen one
At your side I lose my dreams
refrain x2