Flamme à Lunettes

I lost my glasses
Well, I didn't want to put them on
They make me look strange
A flame with glasses

OH little match
It's dangerous to be coquettish
To the point of being stubborn
When it can cost you your eyes

I don't care
If I see blurry
I don't need glasses
To kiss and sing
I prefer to keep my eyes closed

Oh, my little fire
Let me bite your clothes
Tear them apart with my teeth
Spit them out as confetti
To kiss you under a rain

Of confetti?

Yes, let's go

I only see fire
In just a few steps
I can get lost far away
So far in my street
And even I dare not
Look at the sun
Nor look at the sky
Straight in the eyes
I only see fire

I will guide you
Outside of your head
I will be your pair of glasses
You will be my match

I have to confess
I hear you but I could
Never recognize you
Even sitting between two old folks

We will rub against
Each other
To the point of burning our skeletons
And at the clock of my heart
At midnight sharp we will catch fire
Not even needing to open our eyes

I know I am a flame of a head
But when the music stops
I struggle to open my eyes
I ignite match
My eyelids burn with a thousand fires
To crush my glasses
Without thinking of opening my eyes

She dances like a bird
In balance
On her little high heels
Her feet start to tangle
Her pretty nose just crashed

On the pavement
I smash my head
Against the trees whose blue leaves
Seem planted in the skies
They are what we confuse the most
With the skies
It's wonderful
The blue trees

I only see fire
In just a few steps
I can get lost far away
So far in my street
And even I dare not
Look at the sun
Nor look at the sky
Straight in the eyes
I only see fire

I only see fire
In just a few steps
I can get lost far away
So far in my street
And even I dare not
Look at the sun
Nor look at the sky
Straight in the eyes
I only see fire