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... |