Chanson De Maxence

I’ve searched for her everywhere, I’ve been around the world
From Venice to Java, From Manilla to Angkor
From Jeanne to Victoria, from Venus to the Mona Lisa
I haven’t found her and I search for her still

I know nothing about her and yet I see her
I’ve made up her name, I’ve heard her voice
I’ve sketched her body and painted her face
Her portrait and love have become a single image

She has this beauty of romantic girls
And a Botticelli with an innocent face
Her profile is that of those mythical virgins
Who haunt museums and adolescents

Her walk resembles childhood memories
That run through my head and dance as they dream
On her brow, her hair is tousled gold
That the sea wind and the Sun tease

I could speak to you of her eyes, of her hands
I could speak to you about her until tomorrow
Her love is my life, but what good is this dream?
I’ve looked for her everywhere and I haven’t found her

He could speak to us of her eyes, of her hands
He could speak to us of her until tomorrow
Her love is his life, but what good is this dream?
He's looked for her everywhere and he hasn’t found her

Is she far from here? Is she close to me?
I don't know anything yet but I know she exists
I she a sinner or a king's daughter?
That gives me her blood since I am an artist
And that love dictates her law