This deadly boredom that comes to me
When I am with you
This deadly boredom that holds me
And follows me step by step
The day when I will have enough stomach
And for you to let yourself fall
That day, oh yes that day, I believe
Yes I believe I will be able to see
This mortal boredom is cut away
̉ the Englishwoman far from me
Of course there is nothing need to say
̉ the horizontal
But we no longer find anything to say to each other
the vertical
So to kill the time
Between love and love
I take the diary and my pen
And I fill in the a's and the o's
I will have to decide one day
My love
To pack my trunk
But I'm afraid you'll go into the bathroom
Reach out to the gardener
Like I don't want any trouble
With my conscience and your father
I'll let it happen

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