Derroche (en inglés)

Derroche
The clock with pendulums
The disconnected telephone
On a table, two glasses of wine
And the night got out of hand

We imagine a pink light
We start to taste the wine
Looking at each other, all we said
And the night got out of hand
If I knew how to say what I felt
There’d be no place where I don’t walk in you
Kisses, tenderness, what an overflow of love, what madness
Kisses, tenderness, what an overflow of love, what madness
Let this night never end, nor this April moon
To enter in heaven, you don’t have to die
Kisses, tenderness, what an overflow of love, what madness
Kisses, tenderness, what an overflow of love, what madness
We were like two irrationals who were going to die tomorrow
We overflowed, nothing mattered, the reserves of the spring
We were like two irrationals who were going to die tomorrow
If I knew how to say what I felt
There’d be no place where I don’t walk in you

Kisses, tenderness, what an overflow of love, what madness
Kisses, tenderness, what an overflow of love, what madness
Let this night never end, nor this April moon
To enter in heaven, you don’t have to die
Kisses, tenderness, what an overflow of love, what madness
Kisses, tenderness, what an overflow of love, what madness
Let this night never end, nor this April moon
To enter in heaven, you don’t have to die
Kisses, tenderness, what an overflow of love, what madness
Kisses, tenderness, what an overflow of love, what madness
Kisses, tenderness, and the night is witness to this immense madness
Kisses, tenderness, our route of love becomes tenderness
Kisses