With murderous intent, I return to you
A pleasure that I decline, a perfect without you.
In the reverse of my existence, of a whole subject
I deplore this resistance, to the one that I was.
When the light dies down, my bare back on a dancing wire
Little Steps, Little Steps... I come back to you.
Little Steps, Little Steps... I only want you.
I bow to the rebirth of a love that is fleeing
Waiting for a according, my arms unfold.
There are only winds that pass and on their way
A desert of sand and ice that they say is destiny.
When the light dies down, your bare back on a dancing wire
Little Steps, Little Steps... I'm coming back to you.
Little Steps, Little Steps... I only want you.
One often is not the habit, perhaps and so much the better.
I hide my bitterness, there you are my God.
If the sorrow of each history no longer means anything
The mirage of black lovers flies in our sighs.
What are you doing, Émile? Émile, come back to me.
Don't look so suspicious Émile, Émile, count my steps.

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