Elle est d'ailleurs [English translation]

she has those lights in the depth of her eyes

that make blind people fall in love

[I don't really know how to translate this sentence, it's something like she moves gently and lightly like perfume in the air ]

that make you become silly or make you become hard/ though

and so distant inside her hearth

that I'm sure she is from somewhere else

she has manners of saying nothing

that speak beyond the memories

that manner of crossing

when she goes to the butcher's

when she reaches my height [I'm not sure about that one ]

I'm sure she is from somewhere else

And I became a slave

of that smile, of that face

and I tell her take me away

I'm ready for all the wakes

to other places and other shores

but she passes by without answering

for her words are worthless

I'm sure she is from somewhere else

she has long hands like a lacemaker

to damn Werner's soul

that venetian silhouette

when she leans out of the shutters

I know that gesture by hearth

I'm sure she is from somewhere else

And I became a slave

of that smile, of that face

and I tell her take me away

I'm ready for all the wakes

to other places and other shores

but she passes by without answering

for her words are worthless

I'm sure she is from somewhere else

And I became a slave

of that smile, of that face

and I tell her take me away

I'm ready for all the wakes

to other places and other shores

but she passes by without answering

for her words are worthless

I'm sure she is from somewhere else

• Artist:Pierre Bachelet