BoNs BaIsErS dE PaRiS - KiSsEs fRoM PaRiS

English translation of Bons baisers de Paris - Kisses from Paris

The City is hurting me
She’s having fun making me suffer
She’s imprisoning me, then poisoning me
Plays trick on me so that I have the blues
Without the horizon, I’m loosing my mind
And all my dreams that were guiding me
Its making my veins fill with my sorrows
And putting into place all my regrets

I’m sending kisses from Paris
Faded days, nights filled with insomnia
Wounds, of good kisses from Paris
Of the lack of air on yellowed papers
Blown up balloons by sharp claws
From so little Love, so little Love
Sending a bitter taste, a desert without mystery
And so little Love so little Love

I’m afraid of clones
Of the ghostly train
Of their condemning looks
Wherever I’m going, I’m derailing
I always feel under surveillance
Twelve months of Winter, a sky without light
And no star to help me out
Where is the life they promised me
What road to take

I’m sending kisses from Paris
Faded days, nights filled with insomnia
Wounds, of good kisses from Paris
Of the lack of air on yellowed papers
Blown up balloons by sharp claws
From so little Love, so little Love
Sending a bitter taste, a desert without mystery
And so little Love so little Love

Ah, ah, ah, ah (bis)
The City is hurting me
Ah, ah, ah, ah (bis)
The City is hurting me
Ah, ah, ah, ah (bis)
I’m sending kisses from Paris