FEMME FATALE
Emma
FEMME FATALE
I think of you in a bohemian café
While the sun cuts through the bars in checkered patterns
It feels like I'm falling down staircases
As long as those in Montmartre
And I see myself with two eyes
That perhaps no one else can disappoint
Outside in the wind, wrapped in a black coat
That I can't close
Like with you
Like with you
While the moon plays the soubrette
Of a variety show airing in homes
My thoughts wander through the alleys
Taking huge walks
And I see myself with two lips
Dry from arguing
With the wind passing through a window
That I never know how to close
(Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh)
Yes, all beautiful, but
I know it hurts, hurts a lot, don't tell me
And I cry the pain, I don't try to resemble a femme fatale
I seem like a child, there's no medicine
For this pain that remains even after three
And drowning the heart in Chardonnet
Is not like a femme fatale
But it's beautiful still, again and again
(Ah, ah-ah, ah, ah)
We loved each other in secret
I know I've created a monster by now
Skies of deep red
And this fever even in August, what is it?
You call it a 'love affair'
But with you it was beautiful even if banal
Yes, like the Eiffel Tower
I see myself so naive
And those good intentions like strawberries
I have a stupid memory back there
A glass I can't break
Like with you
Yes, all beautiful, but
I know it hurts, hurts a lot, don't tell me
And I cry the pain, I don't try to resemble a femme fatale
I seem like a child, there's no medicine
For this pain that remains even after three
And drowning the heart in Chardonnet
Is not like a femme fatale
But it's beautiful still, again and again
Ah, ah-ah, ah, ah
Ah-ah, ah
I used to be your voice, now you're my cross
Ah, ah-ah, ah, ah
Ah-ah, ah
It happened so fast
Yes, all beautiful, but
I know it hurts, hurts a lot, don't tell me
And I cry the pain, I don't try to resemble a femme fatale
I seem like a child, there's no medicine
For this pain that remains even after three
And drowning the heart in Chardonnet
Is not like a femme fatale
But it's beautiful still, again and again