Appelle mon numéro [English translation]

He who enters into History

Enters into the darkness

In order to see

My most beautiful gesture

I have a night pillow

I have a star's pillow

Without a pillow I don't

Want to be

He who enters into History

Hides behind black eye shadow

His fear of stares

That slip and injure

I have a feather pillow

In the shape of a moon

In the shape of a dune

Redo the gesture

Call my number

I laugh at zero

Call my number

My blood is so hot

Call my number

Come into my wake

Not to good nor collage

Just what I need

Call my number

Compose my life

Call my number

Ring my bell

Call my number

Give me a la

La la la la

La lal la la

Call me

He who enters into History

Enters into the darkness

The velvet of a boudoir

And for the rest

I have a duvet pillow

Without stubble

Without out a pillow I don't

Have anything to loose

Allegory come here

Crime of emotion

My heaven is the drunkenness of gestures

For madness I have a hello

That tells me in bed, here

The embellished is the pillow of dreams

• Artist:Mylène Farmer
• Album:Point de suture