Para Um Amor Em Paris

My love
Like a red and tropical drink, my love
I give myself on a platter
The kind that shakes you up at the table
That turns any Marseillaise into a carnival
(Beaujolais, capilé, and all that)!

My love
Happiness is a bustling house
Of antiques
La belle de jour was the beauty of the afternoon
Your blue eyes like the evening in Toulon
(There you go, waking you up, it’s not so bad)!

My love
If longing arrives in a Renault and Cartier
Baby, you can hold on tight!
Let’s bluff, parade like chauffeurs
At the expense of this ready-to-wear woman
(Your class, your joke, touché)!

My love
The carelessness of hunger is the hour of the fakir
Devour me in time, my dear
(Or just hurry up and send the main dish...)!

Whether in Olinda or Orly
Desire doesn’t respect a schedule
And no souvenirs needed
My rush barely fits in the suitcase
I tear up the text and refuse the paper
My cue is already your line
I can be your faithful lover
I can be the one who greets you with a gun!

Our life of jazz and chalk
More or less a cult noir
Less "Last Tango in Paris"
More a romance by Yourcenar
You’re flesh, I’ve always been vapor
A griot who got filled with shouting
For the love I never wanted from you, please
Don’t leave me!