Farmer Mylene
Cendres De Lune
Libertine
moon ash, little bubble of foam
driven by the wind I burn and I catch a cold
between my dunes, rest my misfortunes
it is naked that I learn virtue
I, I, am libertine
I am a whore
I, I, am so fragile
hold my hand
split the moon, kisses of thorns and feathers
rocked by a little wind I wander
life is sad as a glass of grenadine
to love is to cry when you bow
I am libertine
I am a whore
I am so fragile
hold my hand
when on your body, I fall asleep
I evaporate, baby you sleep and I wait for dawn
when you are removed from my lips, a bitter taste
reminds me that I am in heaven
moon ash, little bubble of foam
lost in the wind burns me and I catch a cold
my body is afraid, my skin is wet, I no longer have a soul
dad, they violated my heart
I am a libertine
I am a whore
I am so fragile
Let someone hold my hand...