Les Amants

If Mrs. got wet
In the night
Dreaming of her man
Then she wrapped herself
In the sheets
Relieved of her sleep
In the pale hours of the morning
She hoped for his presence
As he had gone fishing
On the sea

Lovers do it wholeheartedly
Because unity is strength
And their features will merge
Until they resemble each other

For better or for worse
Until they exhaust their strength
They walk without flinching
With an irregular step

Mister slipped away
Into the night
To find men
Languid guys
At the port where sailors smoke
And pour out their love

Lovers do it wholeheartedly
Because unity is strength
And their features will merge
Until they resemble each other
For better or for worse
Until they exhaust their strength
They walk without flinching
With an irregular step