douce [English translation]

Even the A is nothing without a muse

In the water, a bag of the letter T* infuses

The travelling hand traces a long message

That your cells can read, a good massage

One by one, the muscles relax

These minutes are those of release

The rain makes the sound of a gentle stream

The eyelids drop their curtains

The lions aren't getting in on any embers

The index finger makes your trapezoids undulate

Such a treat, in fifteen lives, there aren't thirteen

On Venus, I lay out my thesis

Patience during the ascension

To attain the state of emanation

Rose vanilla will be the scent

A jolt passes through your equator

Excessive lightness

Prolongs the shortness of breath

Your pulse slows down, listen

Slip into the sweet trance

Sweet, excessive lightness

Prolongs the shortness of breath

Your pulse slows down, listen

Slip into the sweet trance

The warmth of a setting sun

Radiates from this body, all the time

The palm melts the shield

Reignites forgotten territories

Slice your midline

Where opposites cancel each other out

In the labyrinth, step over the walls

Suspended by Ariadne's sons**

Excessive lightness

Prolongs the shortness of breath

Your pulse slows down, listen

Slip into the sweet trance

Sweet, excessive lightness

Prolongs the shortness of breath

Your pulse slows down, listen

Slip into the sweet trance

• Artist:Oxmo Puccino
• Album:diagnostic