Mon Amoureuse
Mansfield Tya
My Lover
How beautiful was my opaline girl
Seen on a lonely meadow
My beautiful tender androgynous sculpture
You didn't insist on pleasing me
I'm not one to leap
At the first smiling jewel
It takes time for me to act
Heart of moss moderates its beats
Under a mocking rain
I see you drift away
From me, my lover
Like a hurried sea (x2)
Where are you running, my fugitive?
My indecision has frozen you
But my lively soul calls for you
You abandoned me too quickly
Under a mocking rain
I see you drift away
From me, my lover
Like a hurried sea
Anchored in my pensive skin
I have the scent of the ungrateful
An absurd resentment revives
The smell of a scarlet intoxication
She takes with her
Her secret thoughts
Her drapes, her lace
Her cigarette ashes
