L'Épine
Juliette Armanet
The Thorn
It scratched me like a sudden, divine thorn
It left me a tiny trace, almost faded, sublime
All my love is there, hidden beneath the skin
A little splinter that says too much
This wound belongs to you
And you, you don't even see it, ah-ah
All my love is there, hidden beneath the skin
A little splinter that says too much
This wound belongs to you
And you, you don't even see it
It lodged itself beneath my breast
A broken thing, a bolt in the machine
It left me a bit between, unconsoled
Like a boxer, a heart that persists
All my love is there, hidden beneath the skin
A little splinter that says too much
This wound belongs to you
And you, you don't even see it, ah-ah
All my love is there, planted beneath the skin
A little splinter that says too much
This wound belongs to you
And you, you don't even see it
It scratched me like a thorn
I'll never again be the same one in the shop window
It's well hidden, it's my thorn
It's my secret, if you want I'll let you in on it, hum-hum
Ooh-ooh-ooh
All my love is there, ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah
Ooh-ooh-ooh
All my love is there
Ooh-ooh-ooh
