De Paris à Saint-Petersbourg
Coralie Clément
From Paris to Saint Petersburg
Between our fingers flow our vain tears
Our hearts and their nonsense in our full hands
No longer bleed, but my God, how they drag themselves on
On the horizon of our ancient history
And it weighs heavily when my fists remember
Remember the day
When you made me dear, my love
From Paris to Saint Petersburg
When I retrace our journey
I see you again saying to me: Hello
Do you want to go for a walk?
Between our thighs, the highlights are dying
Nothing breathes in our stomachs anymore
If we still sniff promises one after the other
It's because we snuffed them out with a bottle
And it weighs heavily if I call you later
I call you: Help
Yes, you made me dear, my love
From Paris to Saint Petersburg
When I retrace our journey
I see you again saying to me: Hello
Do you want to go for a walk?
On the living room sofa
Testing the feel of velvet together
Since then, I've lost my sense of humor
From Paris to Saint Petersburg
I'm still looking for you, but you're running
Yes, you made me dear, my love
From Paris to Saint Petersburg
When I retrace our journey
I see you again saying to me: Hello
Do you want to go for a walk?
On the living room sofa
Testing the feel of velvet together
Since then, I've lost my sense of humor
From Paris to Saint Petersburg
Do you want to go for a walk?
