Elle est d'ailleurs [English translation]

She has a light shining from the depth of her eyes

That makes you go blind or fall in love

She makes those sweet movements

That make you wild or turn you into a dog

And far away in her heart

I'm sure she has to be from elsewhere

She has this way of not saying anything

That speaks on the verge of memories

This way of walking across

When she goes to the butcher

When she arrives at my height

I'm sure she has to be from elsewhere

And I've become a slave

Of this smile, of this face

And I tell her take me away

And I'm ready to face the backwash

Heading for other place, other shores

But she doesn't answer

The words have no meaning for her

I'm sure she has to be from elsewhere

She has the subtle hands of a lace maker

That would cause the essence of a Vermeer to pale

This Venetian silhouette

When she leans towards her blinds

I know this movement by heart

I'm sure she has to be from elsewhere

And I've become a slave

Of this smile, of this face

And I tell her take me away

And I'm ready to face the backwash

Heading for other place, other shores

But she doesn't answer

Love has no meaning for her

I'm sure she has to be from elsewhere

And I've become a slave

Of this smile, of this face

And I tell her take me away

And I'm ready to face the backwash

Heading for other place, other shores

But she doesn't answer

• Artist:Pierre Bachelet