Un ange frappe à ma porte
Natasha St-Pier
An Angel Knocks at My Door
A sign, a tear, a word, a weapon,
Cleaning the stars with the alcohol of my soul,
An emptiness, a pain, roses wilting,
Someone taking the place of someone else...
An angel knocks at my door, should I let him in?
It's not always my fault if things are broken;
The devil knocks at my door, asking to talk to me
There's always the other in me, drawn to danger...
A filter, a flaw, love, a straw,
I drown in a glass of water, feeling bad in my skin;
I laugh, hiding the truth behind a mask,
The sun will never rise...
An angel knocks at my door, should I let him in?
It's not always my fault if things are broken;
The devil knocks at my door, asking to talk to me
There's always the other in me, drawn to danger...
I'm not that strong,
And at night, I can't sleep,
All these dreams make me feel bad...
A child knocks at my door, letting in the light,
He has my eyes and my heart, and behind him is hell;
An angel knocks at my door, should I let him in?
It's not always my fault if things are broken...
An angel knocks at my door, should I let him in?
It's not always my fault if things are broken,
It's not always my fault if things are broken...
