Idéale idylle [English translation]

How many nights do we have left?

How many tender gestures?

Are we past the half of the story?

Unknowingly perhaps,

we'll have to abide

to a love that's dying and casting off.

What if it came down with a bang,

our ideal, oh so ideal romance?

We're walking on the edge,

walking on the edge.

My insolent beauty,

even though the night is slow,

could it last us a whole life?

My days hang to

your shivering body,

your insomnia-hued eyes.

My insolent beauty,

when your skin entices me,

you bring a new life to desire.

Night attracts us1

but the days lie to us.

There's a fire raging in my heart.

A bit more intoxication

before we leave each other.

Everything feels heavy when love's time is almost up.

Fate is pushing us around.

If tomorrow the line gets crossed

I'll go seeking a faint gleam of hope.

I don't want it to come down with a bang,

our ideal, oh so ideal romance.

Happiness is a fragile thing.

Happiness is a fragile thing.

My insolent beauty,

even though the night is slow,

could it last us a whole life?

My days hang to

your shivering body,

your insomnia-hued eyes.

I am insolent

when your skin entices me,

you bring a new life to desire.

Night attracts us

but the days lie to us.

There's a fire raging in my heart.

We trade blows,

we forgive each other,

stunned but not tamed.

We wonder

when life questions

the promises we made.

There is still a fire binding us,

I am all ablaze now.

My insolent beauty,

even though the night is slow,

could it last us a whole life?

My days hang to

your shivering body,

your insomnia-hued eyes.

I am insolent

when your skin entices me,

you bring a new life to desire.

Night attracts us

but the days lie to us.

There's a fire raging in my heart.

1. lit. "magnetize", but "aimant" (magnet) shares the same root with "aimer/amour" (love)

• Artist:Amir
• Album:Addictions (2017)