Nelly

Hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm

Your eyes could see me
In all my beauty
And you would want to know
If I have marks on my back
On my back

On my back, on my back
I love you after the war
If it's too much, if it's too much
I love you after hell

Hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm

Your eyes could see me
As the sweetest of friends
And you could sit
There on the edge of my bed
Or on my back

On my back, on my back
I love you after the war
If it's too much, if it's too much
I love you after hell

Hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm

Your eyes could see me
As a shield, as a shelter
I would have liked in the evening
To confide your sorrows to the night
Or to carry them

On my back, on my back
I love you after the war
If it's too much, if it's too much
I love you after hell

Hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm

Men consume femininity
Women also consume their own femininity
Where there is always the gaze that
That, that ultimately
Commands us to always be very beautiful
And when we see ourselves in a photo
We lose control of our image and it's as if
I feel like we live in a kind of Big Brother world