La Grippe

My flu suits you very well
My lover told me tonight
It gives you a nice complexion
It suits you better than black
My flu suits you very well.
Allow me to cough a little
I said to him gently
Allow me to suffer a little
I sometimes have very bad taste.
Allow me to suffer a little
When you suffer, my friend
My lover replied
You resemble the rain
I find it very becoming
When you suffer, my friend.
I'm a little afraid, I said
That tears will age me
I'm also a little afraid
That the fever will make me ugly
I'm a little afraid, I said.
They fit you like a glove
You know well that your tears
Please me very much indeed
Your fever has a lot of charm
They fit you like a glove.
Oh really, I'm too thin
I feel myself weakening
Don't you have any vinegar
Look at my arms, I said
Oh really, I'm too thin.
But these bones suit you very well
My lover replied
Don't worry about anything
It gives you a disturbing air
Death will suit you very well