Le Monarque Des Indes

More than a week spent together
I don't know what we look like
The hours we spent in bed
Have dispelled our boredom
And make life more beautiful

You weave fabrics of joy
With your laughter, with your voice
You set fire to my battles
I don't know who will win
My fear, my dizziness, or my faith

I don't know where we're going
I keep telling myself not to
Try to understand where
The stories worth it lead

Your nail polish is pretty
Your bright eyes and beard too
I am silent, fascinated
By your movements animated by this gentle virility

Your airs of the monarch of the Indies
Should have already made me fear
This dizzying journey
Propelled into the sky
I'm afraid of getting hurt when falling

I don't know where we're going
I keep telling myself not to
Try to understand where
The stories worth it lead

Is it a physical passion
Or love riding on a swallow's back?
The distance that separates us
Means we must postpone
The verdict facing our hopes

You draw walls, ceilings
I drown myself in songs
Separated by an ocean
We walk on a silver thread
I wish I could be a giant

I don't know where we're going
I keep telling myself not to
Try to understand where
The stories worth it lead