Balade brésilienne [English translation]

My head turns like a dervish, alcohol dries up

A bitter taste in the mouth, my tongue a blade in a rough pouch

The floor cracks under our worn out soles of rich kids

We smoke on the eaves, indoors the music covers up the chatting

Love cheats, we are happy, the nights are fresh

Tomorrow we sleep! Sunday at the temple the pastor will only give false sermons

We have our life ahead of us to use what we have

Outside the city is beautiful like if I were a bateau-mouche1

Degrees in the red, couples copulate under the moon

Girl, it's crazy! These 15 years of age transform your eyes into lagoons

Traffic jam of girls in front of the bathroom

Shit! I confused the olive pits with peanuts

We dance our loneliness on binary rhythms

All on the ground, our brain in a fog, there's humor in the air

In these brief instants, it's time which we evade

So tell me what we play before the glimmers of day?

We go on foot, to walk to the beach

And fall into debauchery

In the waves of love

It's that... the situation here is difficult

Lacking poetry, no man wanting commitment

To replace an idea, really, is torture

A face that speaks in poetry is despairing for that reason

On the floor, we dance, temperature is perfect

It's early, it's midnight, it's a full moon

Your perfume is from Chanel in Paris, you support PSG2

Say then what is missing for you to be happy

Only a breast on the face, cold draft beer

Bikinis are from Alla

One more night in Brazil

We go on foot, to walk to the beach

And fall into debauchery

In the waves of love

Lying down, the head in the clouds, the night is bluish

Raise your eyes up there, the sky is in our reach

Is it a drone? A star? Doesn't matter make a wish

The breathless clock hand shows an hour of curfew

Cachaça3, sugar cane, crushed ice cube

My little heart is a lemon in a mortar

The sky is sparse like the dance floor

Where did the serene times go where nothing had consequences?

A fragment of sensuousness

A perfume, an archive, a summer fragrance

A suffocating smoke, your outline and my thoughts

Whip me like a rain beating on the footsteps of hurried passersby

The rays of light are coming at the window

The night which dies to see a new day be born

And as our time is limited

I will go camp on your lips to fall asleep listening to you

We go on foot, to walk to the beach

And fall into debauchery

In the waves of love

We go on foot, to walk to the beach

And fall into debauchery

In the waves of love

1. a boat for boat tours2. Paris soccer team3. Brazilian distilled spirit

• Artist:Gaël Faye