Mon Coeur est un Violon

My heart is a violin
On which your bow plays
And vibrates all along
Pressed against your cheek

Sometimes the air is lively and cheerful
Like a refrain of madness
Sometimes it is tired
Dragging with melancholy

In the ending night my heart is full of you
The music is a dream that vibrates under your fingers
Under your fingers the caress makes my desire so strong
That it even goes to drunkenness and dies at the end of the chord

My heart is a violin
On which your bow plays
And vibrates all along
Pressed against your cheek

Sometimes the air is lively and cheerful
Like a refrain of madness
Sometimes it is tired
Dragging with melancholy

And vibrating in unison
My heart is a violin...