Under the arches of his eyes
There have been so many lovers
So many temporary passers-by
And then suddenly
From my heart to his heart like the Echo
Of a love that leaves me speechless
Always in my shadow
The night sighs, stares at me
Without appointment, there, d 'in one go
She drinks the blue of my dreams
I bide her time
When the evening opens the ball
I prick myself with her... ©toile
Hell begins with L
Under the arches of his eyes
I envisage my new dark circles
Cocktail of pale, bloody mortal
My bad angel
Changes, to please me
In beautiful night
And his breath on my lips
Plays with fire
Without à Extinguishing my life plays again
Without an appointment, there, all at once
She drinks the blue of my dreams
Then abandons me
When the day closes the ball
Her eternity is killing me
Hell begins with L
No mirror can see her
Hug me to freeze me better
I feel his fever
How do I keep my cool?

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