L'amour n'est rien
Mylène Farmer
Love is Nothing
Obsessed with the worst
And not very talkative
My slightest sighs
Become metaphysical...
I have in my sky
Tons of celestial bodies
I cling to the wings...
And down falls the angel Gabriel!
Obsessed with the worst
A bit too physical...
The desire to shiver
Is pharaonic!
...Forget asceticism!
My life darkens
Me without a tongue
Without sex, I bleed out!
Love is nothing!
When it's politically correct
We love each other well
We don't even know when we hurt each other
Love is nothing
When everything is sexually correct
We get bored well
We scream before it stops
Life is nothing...
When it's lukewarm!
It burns out and tips you over
Blood turning into cigarette ashes
Life is good...
It's honey!
When it's laced with dynamite
Who loves me, follows me!
Obsessed with the worst
And not very talkative
My slightest sighs
Become metaphysical...
I have in my head
Tons of tricks
The leap of faith
Is nothing strange to me
Obsessed with the worst
And not very talkative
Sharing my laughter
Rather platonic
I have in my sphere
A greenhouse effect
My blood boils
I bubble with everything, in short
