Elle est Belle [English translation]

This eyes of her aren't eyes

They are blue butterfly wings

who rest on me and then fly away

Why you? Bah just!

During I, pah! I fall

So my heart, we're going out

for going out and then running, running

and recatching this eyes of her.

She's beautiful, she's beautiful, she's beautiful

This mouth of hers isn't a mouth

it's a wild and shy fruit

a powerful treat

What would you like me to say!

She doesn't speak, she humms

I have ears who are addicted to her, addicted, addicted

and all this because of this mouth of hers

She's beautiful, she's beautiful, she's beautiful

This hands of her, aren't hands

(bah, what is this now?)

they are little bunnypaws

angellike sly humor.

It's like tickeling!

And my skin is sweaty and cold

and sticky and sticky I sweat on the floor

Nothing to touch her hands with

She's beautiful, she's beautiful, she's beautiful

This chest of her is not a chest

Oh pity her breasts!

Well now, I don't know what to say.

It's the best or the worst

that I have ever seen

The hope of wanting a "Goodevening"

my brain doesn't believe it's eyes

She's beautiful, she's beautiful, she's beautiful

This rear of her is sure to make a mess

A vivid language not a bad one

Very good choice!

You can see it in paradise

and when you return to earth

Able to do other things then praying

an obstacles in one's path

She's beautiful, she's beautiful, she's beautiful

A well who is it who shut off the lights?

Ah but she'll return, I'm sure of that

She's back, ah well that's it!

Ah no, it's not her!

It's not her?

Ah no, but they are similar

Ah but they are strangly simmilar

My Lady!

She's quite similar to her

My, my, there's reason to it

My, but it's not the same...

She has way more beauty to her

She is still more beautiful!

She is still more beautiful!

She is still more beautiful!

Ohhh! Hello my Lady! :angel: :angel:

(Well it's a try, I hope it's not too disastrous)

• Artist:La Rue Kétanou