Douce Violence

I hate the smoke
Of your tobacco
But I forbid you from making someone cough
Someone other than me
We mingle, we breathe each other in
For better, for worse
A Petit Beurre happiness

A cockroach in black coffee
Scents of love
An angel passes by, orange dust
Love at first sight, smell of gunpowder
Scents of love
Scents of love
Distilled
For us to savor them
Intoxicated
Barley sugar syrups
That catch in the throat

Our kisses with a taste of honey
Are becoming rarer
I'm afraid that a new essence
Will monopolize you
You haven't said it yet
But I suspect it
A gourmand with lavender
Unfaithful to cinnamon
Scents of love
You forget me, it smells burning

What are you up to, it smells like drama
Scents of love
Volatile scents of love
Fragrances of a day
Too subtle
Already dissipated
But not forgotten
A Petit Beurre happiness
A cockroach in black coffee

Scents of love
An angel passes by, orange dust
Love at first sight, smell of gunpowder
Scents of love
You forget me, it smells burning
What are you up to, it smells like drama

Scents of love
A Petit Beurre happiness
A cockroach in black coffee
Scents of love
An angel passes by, orange dust
Love at first sight, smell of gunpowder
Scents of love