I am a moth
I stick to my friends
to find find the right beam
of light that sticks to the skin
I shine Oh! look...I'm glowing
I'm burning! Oh! look... I'm grilling
CHORUS
I want Lux
I'm not Robin Hood
I love Wood's light
and that you see me in the woods
playing the oud, playing the oud
I am not a light
Neither firefly nor beetle
I want to rub my behind
Against a corner of the street lamp
I shine Oh! look...I'm glowing
I'm burning! Oh! look... I'm burning
Even if I see clearly
That the light is worth nothing to me
to the complexion
I'm dying of a dream
born of Eve and Adam
CHORUS

SOUMETTRE LES CORRECTIONS