Garçon Manqué

Dream, the notebook ends
You draw amputated octopuses
Your tomboy looks
Of aggravated girl who cries too much
Scooter, hair in the wind
Among ten thousand lovers
They give you some to eat
Remarks that burst
But you are the prettiest
The one we don't dare say yes to
And I still love you, maybe

You are the most beautiful, you are the most beautiful
The one who is harassed
You are the most beautiful, you are my most beautiful
My most beautiful

There, under the wound of the scars
The walls are wide, nothing is su-u-ur anymore
Funny solid, you stink
There, under the wound of the scars
The walls are wide, nothing is su-u-ur anymore
Funny solid, you stink

Who will hold my hand when I fall, fall into your eyes?
Who will hold my hand when I fall, fall from a thousand skies?
You would have, you would give, so that you would be granted
A forever that is not
But you would save yourself so that your strength, this solitude

You are the most beautiful, you are the most beautiful
The one who is harassed
You are the most beautiful, you are my most beautiful
My most beautiful

There, under the wound of the scars
The walls are wide, nothing is su-u-r
Funny solid, you stink

Ah-ah-ah, ta-la-la, ta-ta
Ta-la-la, ta-ta, ta-la-la, ta-ta-ta
Ta-ta, ta-la-la, ta-ta
Ta-la-la, ta-ta, ta-la-la, ta-ta-ta