Les bras de Satan

They do look at her but never in the eyes
These boys who boast about looking older
It's true that she makes all the beauties of heaven jealous
I never feel blue when I walk with her
When I walk with her
They do desire her but never for love
These men who aspire to seem less heavy
It's true that she makes the children from the alleys smile
I have nothing to say when I walk with her
When I walk with her, when I walk with her
And even if she dances in the arms of Satan, I wait for her
Even if she sleeps in the arms of dawn, I adore her
And even if she paints the night all white like snow
I know her ways
And I run in her love dreams, troubadour
Because I come home with her, because I come home with her
They do know her but never for real
These boys who slump in front of their television
It's true that she's not afraid of being bewitched
If she troubles hearts, I come home with her
Yes, I come home with her, yes, I come home with her
In the midst of silence, I hear her repeat
That the day is pain when summer fades away
In the midst of regrets, I hear her confess
That those smiles were just masks for the fools
And even if she dances in the arms of Satan, I wait for her
Even if she sleeps in the arms of dawn, I adore her
And even if she paints the night all white like snow
I know her ways
And I run in her love dreams, troubadour
Because I live with her
Because I live with her
Because I live with her