Libertine

Moon ash, little foam bubble
Pushed by the wind, I burn and I smoke
Between my dunes lie my misfortunes
It's naked that I learn virtue

I, I, am a libertine
I'm a whore
I, I, am so fragile
Someone 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

I, I, am a libertine
I'm a whore
I, I, am so fragile
Someone hold my hand

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

Moon ash, little foam bubble
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

I, I, am a libertine
I'm a whore
I, I, am so fragile
Someone hold my hand