Marilou sous la neige
Serge Gainsbourg
Marilou Under the Snow
Marilou lies beneath the snow
And I keep thinking, I keep telling myself
Of all those childhood drawings, what could I
Have done to keep the freshness of the new?
Of my Lou in comic strips, I
Roamed through the rounded bubbles
When I saw myself excluded from her games
Erotic, I turned it into a sickness
Marilou felt trapped
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I, naive, thought I was protected
By copyright laws, opera mundi
Oh my Lou, I had to cut short
Your existence, that's how
Marilou falls asleep beneath the snow
Carbonic from the fire extinguisher.
