Moon ashes, little bubble of foam
Driven by the wind I burn and I catch a cold
Between my dunes, lie my misfortunes
it is naked that I am learning virtue
I am a libertine
I am a whore
I am so fragile
Hold my hand
Split the moon, kisses of thorn and feather
Lulled by a little wind I wander
Life is sad like a glass of grenadine
To love is to cry when you incline
I am a 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 leave my lips, a bitter taste
Reminds me that I am in heaven
Moon ash, little bubble of foam
Lost in the wind I burn and I catch a cold
My body is afraid, my skin is wet I have no more soul
Dad, they raped my heart
I am a libertine
I am a whore
I am so fragile
Hold my hand