La Bulle
Jane Birkin
The Bubble
Like a bubble in a jar
I lost my footing
As the days go by
And it's life that carries me around
And its loves
And its loves
She carries me from one to the other
From heaven to heaven
From day to day
In prayers where she wallows
And loves
And loves
I sometimes beg her for hours
To let me pass my turn
And she speaks to me of my happiness
And loves
And loves
She draws me a beautiful destiny
In the accents of my speech
Which is on stage my tomorrows
And her loves
And her loves
I lost my footing in my jar
My hands resting on its contours
Searching in vain for an ideal
And loves
And loves
Perhaps a man naked as a worm
Will come and burst my bubble
One day
To give me a breath of air
And love
And love
I would finally have my flowers of evil
To make bubbles in my jar
And make love
And make love
And make love
