La Machine à Rattraper Le Temps

Ooh! ooh! ooh! ooh!
ooh! ooh! ooh! ooh!

From the depths of her bed in her sleep
she cries for him
it's Friday with only one dream
and one desire

There's only this night to be alone with him
forget about time and be only his

And Friday, who is 11 years old, has built
her crime and her dream
it's a time machine

And without a care, she takes off
towards me in front
and I learn from her and she captivates me
and from behind, from the front
she will have all the time
and without turning back
to escape forward
fly away!

But don't cry, this morning has come
and your scent is clandestine in my hand

But all the others who find it disgusting
whose fault is it, she is ahead of her time
and without turning back
to escape forward
and from behind, from the front
she will have all the time

In the depths of her bed she turns with him
there's only this night
to be alone with him

But don't cry, this morning has come
and your scent is clandestine in my hand
And take me for a ride
with you every day
and she took me on board
for all the nights and more
and without turning back
to escape forward
and from behind, from the front
the time machine

Why are you still sleeping
oh! but why are you still sleeping...