Hymne à la soie [English translation]

I came, to tell you them

Ino the softest fabric ever

These things which we keep for ourselves

As long as we still love each other, that is to say

That in these softnesses, ashamed is

who thinks love or even desire

For only you as you breathe

You keep the silk lingerie

Either you rip off

Or you go away

Every man for himself

Game over, lost bet

Forget that you're glimpsing

By the silk loophole

Which is opening to the core of shirt

And this look that I see

I'm going to throw it on to leaves

Where I'm brushing you against, where I'm brushing you against

On the paper, it goes without saying

Either you pick me

Carefully, or

Every man for himself

Write the verse, write the prose

The most beautiful pages around

If you're complaining, you disappoint me

Write my first name, if you dare

I'll keep anyway

For all my coming loves

Transparent like a memory

Hidden in a silk foulard

Either pleasure

Or these words here

Every man for himself

• Artist:Maxime Le Forestier
• Album:Restons amants