Libertine

Moon ash, little bubble of foam
Pushed by the wind, I burn and catch a cold
Among my dunes lie my misfortunes
It's naked, that I learn virtue

Chorus

I, I am a libertine
I am a whore
I, I am so fragile
Hold my hand

Splitting the moon, kisses of thorn and feather
Rocked by a gentle wind, I stroll
Life is sad like a glass of grenadine
To love is to cry when one bows

Chorus

When on your body, I fall asleep
I evaporate, baby you sleep and I wait for dawn
When I remove myself from your lips, a bitter taste
Reminds me that I am in heaven

Moon ash, little bubble of foam
Lost in the wind, I burn and catch a cold
My body is afraid, wet skin, I have no more soul
Daddy, they violated my heart