Bataillon D'amour
Joachim Witt
Battalion of Love
Like white cloths, the fog swims through the cold city
It makes the cobblestones wet and the streets shine smooth
From my hallway falls a yellow scrap of light
It brings me a pale child's face from the darkness
I think, you know that girl
She's barely thirteen years old
And already fleeing into the twilight
With night already in her hair
Battalion of Love
Two slender boys' hands caress her chest
I walk by, a warm breath of desire brushes me
And on the wet skin of the street, they touch
Their shadows silently and seduce
Seduce each other into love
Like in a labyrinth
We can't resist
When it simply begins
Battalion of Love
