Английская вольная кавер-версия композиции Mylene Farmer "Pourvu Qu`Elles Soient Douces")
I ache
For his hazel eyes again piercing through me
For his fabulous light hair
Hardly caring what a feeling does to me
And I'm never gonna care
As he's moving downstairs I'm getting breathless
As he's smiling I can't sleep
In his arms I'm always feeling so helpless
Never fell in love so deep
I am independent not any longer
When he's near I'm like a serf
But his power's truly making me stronger
In a world of twisted nerves
He makes me (ah!) tonight forget where he came from
Heavens see he's not a saint
Now I do believe again I'm deserving
Better than a love for rent
Oh my God, I'm stained with blot
No I don't regret of that
This sweet sin with every single thought
Makes completely lose head
Oh Good Lord, my heart is hurt
What to say about the rest?
Mea culpa - he is no more hers
Errare humanum est
OK
God will punish me for that if I'm worthy
Condemnation will be rough
Anyway I treasure him a lot more than
His ex-almost second half
He makes me (ah!) tonight forget that I'm famous
By his side I'm not a star
No one's gonna treat me so on the stages
No one dares to go so far
Oh my God, I'm stained with blot
No I don't regret of that
This sweet sin with every single thought
Makes completely lose head
Oh Good Lord, my heart is hurt
What to say about the rest?
Mea culpa - he is no more hers
Errare humanum est
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