La Souffleuse
Salvador Sobral
The Blower
Lost in the screams
Of today's wanderers
The waltz started again with a confession
Fragile, she blew
To an outdated tune
The words of lovers
I rock you, I caress you
You my love, you my blood, my child
I leave you my drunken nights
Give me your arms, I love you infinitely
Without the waltz I speak of with ancestral languor
The lovers remained silent
But she, in three beats, heated up the lovers
And whispered for them
Come on, I want kisses
In the small of the back, on the neck and on the mouth
Come on, I'll take you
I want to marry you, I want you to touch me
In the waltz she prayed day and night, sun or rain
So that it would also be revealed
Yet she knew that the words she would always whisper
Without her were not those of love
And she started over indefinitely for all lovers
And she started over indefinitely for all lovers
