Mylène Farmer – Insondables

Insondables

Plus rien n'enchante le monde
Insondables sont les flots
Et là contemple les ombres
Il lui dit à demi-mot
Qu'il l'aime et qu'il l'adore
Qu'il l'aime
Mais le chaos du corps
A ses raisons, a ses remords

Et le ciel est sans nuage
Et les jours semblent longs
A perdu son point d'ancrage
Il rentre dans sa maison
Il l'aime, il l'adore
Il l'aime encore

Plus rien n'enchante le monde
Insondables sont les vents
Et là contemple les ombres
Un silence assourdissant
Il l'aime et il l'adore
Il l'aime
Mais le chaos du corps
A ses raisons, a ses remords

Et le ciel est sans nuage
Et les jours sembles longs
Perdu le cœur d'une femme
Et la mort porte son nom
Il l'aime et il l'adore
Il l'aime
Il saignera encore
Jusqu'à sa mort
Sa mort, sa mort, sa mort, sa mort, sa mort...
Impenetrable

Nothing delights the world anymore
The waves are impenetrable
And there, contemplating the shadows
He hints
That he loves her and adores her
That he loves her
But the chaos of the body
Has its reasons, its remorse

And the sky is cloudless
And the days seem long
Having lost his anchoring
He returns to his house
He loves her, he adores her
He still loves her

Nothing delights the world anymore
The winds are impenetrable
And there, contemplating the shadows
A deafening silence
He loves her and adores her
He loves her
But the chaos of the body
Has its reasons, its remorse

And the sky is cloudless
And the days seem long
Lost the heart of a woman
And death bears his name
He loves her and adores her
He loves her
He will still bleed
To his death
His death, death, death, death, death...


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