Le Poisson Des Mers Du Sud
Isabelle Antena
The Fish of the Southern Seas
Poor fish,
Poor fish of the southern seas.
Lost in cold currents.
Tasting pepper and saffron.
Bliss.
You got lost in the Bermuda Triangle,
Of a wise girl in a white skirt.
It's an animal, a funny bird
Diverted from the southern seas
By a fragrant breeze.
Vanilla and jasmine mixed.
A funny bird from the southern seas,
Caught in the ice of your eyes.
The wise girl, without the sun of the southern seas.
Warmed him up, warmed his blood.
Listen to it beating against his silver scales
Was he a caliph in a kingdom?
In cold currents, he is captive.
It's an animal, a funny bird,
Diverted from the southern seas
By a fragrant breeze.
Vanilla and jasmine mixed.
A funny bird from the southern seas
Caught in the ice of your eyes.
It's an animal, a funny bird,
Diverted from the southern seas
By a fragrant breeze.
Vanilla and jasmine mixed.
Tell me, wise girl, he wants to know your shipwreck.
He wants to know your shores,
Where a thousand voices moan in the shadow of your beaches
So you can rest together.
Where the heart of the sea goes ambling.
It's an animal, a funny bird
Diverted from the southern seas
By a fragrant breeze.
Vanilla and jasmine mixed.
A funny bird from the southern seas
Caught in the ice of your eyes.
He got caught in the ice of your eyes...
