Une petite chanson pour la route !

She understood finally
Saw what they saw
But nothing knew any

One of these underhand ideas
that one sees in the mirror
All that it knew well
Flew away

Admiration

Dangerous seductresses
that is this Passion
Filled up mischievousness

Enigmatic and beautiful
that everyone looked at
Red lips and smooth hair
Without reason

Damnation

Of its nonsour values
Flying away in the storm
without only one murmur

Cruel and diabolic young lady
Of a dark love rested
all pure reason
Scintillating

Fascination

The red rose is faded
she understand anything any more
On remainder startled

In its eyes of the ice
Look at snow falling
and without evaporating
More nothing ...

Admiration, Admiration
Damnation, Damnation
Fascination ...

Fascintation...