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Tombent les feuilles
Aux jours, plus courts
Qui retiennent
Mon corps et ma voix
Je voulais vous dire
Que je vous aime
Falling are the leaves
To days, shorter
Which retain
My body and my voice
I wanted to tell you
That I love you
Cocon qui s'?©veille
Aux seuls parfums
Que j'attends
Au fond de mes r??ves
Souvent
Quand mes yeux s'?©clairent
Longtemps
Sur vos promesses blanches
Sans y voir le pi?¨ge
Qui danse
Cocoon that is waking up
To the only perfumes
I'm waiting for
Deep in my dreams
Often
When my eyes light up
For a long time
On your white promises
Without seeing the trap
Dancing
Papillon ?©ph?©m?¨re
Aux ailes de verre
Prisonni?¨re du fil de vos secrets
Short lasting butterfly
With wings of glass
Prisonner of the wires of your secrets
Papillon qui esp?¨re
Juste un peu de lumi?¨re
Pour s?©cher ses couleurs
Au feu de vos d?©sirs
Butterfly hoping
For just a little light
To dry out her colors
To the fire of your desires
Si forte est ma fi?¨vre
De vous, si doux
Mon prince
J'ai perdu les mots
Je voudrais vous dire
Combien je vous aime
So high is my fever
From you, so soft
My prince
I lost the words
I would like to tell you
How much I love you
Tout semble si beau
Du haut de vos ?©paules
All seem so beautiful
From the top of your shoulders
Ou je m'imagine
Parfois
Pauvre chrysalide
Qui boit
Le miel de vos paroles
Pour s'ouvrir
Et quitter le sol
Or I imagine myself
Sometimes
Poor chrysalis
Drinking
The honey of your words
To open itself
And leave the ground
Papillon ?©ph?©m?¨re
Aux ailes de verre
Prisonni?¨re du fil de vos secrets
Short lasting butterfly
With wings of glass
Prisonner of the wires of your secrets
Papillon qui esp?¨re
Juste un peu de lumi?¨re
Pour s?©cher ses couleurs
Au feu de vos d?©sirs
Butterfly hoping
For just a little light
To dry out her colors
To the fire of your desires
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DJ Tiesto : Beautiful things
Got up early, found something's missing
my only name.
No one else sees but I got stuck,
and soon forever came.
Stopped pushing on for just a second, then nothing's changed.
Who am I this time, where's my name?
I guess it crept away.
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No one's calling for me at the door.
And unpredictable won't bother anymore.
And silently gets harder to ignore.
Look straight ahead, there's nothing left to see.
What's done is done, this life has got it's hold on me.
Just let it go, wha-
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t now can never be.
I forgot that I might see,
So many beautful things.
I forgot that I might need,
to find out what life could bring.
Take this happy ending away, it's all the same.
God won't waste this simplicity on possib....
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