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To smile at you out, on Angoulême¹
 Chasse-Spleen Melchior, Paris-Seychelles
 To discover your body, from La Seine
 By the dark decor Lucrèce and Rennes

We said to ourself things
 That we won't remain
 While the water drops off
 Ours brambles lilac

The sun is falling asleep on Les Seychelles
 Sand and sunrise, fleur de sel
 Wait me I'm going out of the serbian's island
 Thunder is gold to lose himself

J'ai tellement besoin de toi oho
 J'ai tellement besoin de toi
 Je ne te laisserai pas partir oho
 Je ne te laisserai pas partir oho
 (x4)

To suffer from death, to please you
 To defend ours faults, and then to be quiet
 The desire again, for winter
 chaos of efforts, on Saint-Hilaire

We said to ourself things
 That we won't remain
 While we settles down
 On ours Mayan laurels
 We said to ourself things
 (Choirs)

We said to ourself things

J'ai tellement besoin de toi oho
 J'ai tellement besoin de toi
 Je ne te laisserai pas partir oho
 Je ne te laisserai pas partir oho
 (x4)

We said to ourself things
 That we won't remain
 While the water drops off
 Ours brambles lilac