L'heure des lueurs [English translation]

When the light over your sleeping hips

Spreads itself, answers me in the night

When the light of torpid stars

Nestles into the Paris sky

A hope ignites in the hollow of the night

In your eyes

In the amorous well

Where I dove in mid air

To the level of the sparks*

There, it's the hour of glimmers

It's hope, it's the night

The stars who have fallen asleep

Over the bright years, light us up today

Going back up the river of midnight

It's a lure, it's a glimmer

And maybe that's too bad

It's the silver butter of midnight

If tomorrow doesn't go well

If they take me for an idiot

A dreamer, a chaser of glimmers

I'll say to myself that we'll see

And maybe that's too bad

But tomorrow I know it will become night

Oh tomorrow I know it will become night

Oh

When the light over your sleeping hips

Spreads itself, answers me in the night

When the light of torpid stars

Nestles into the Paris sky

A hope ignites in the hollow of the night

In your eyes

In the amorous well

Where I dove in mid air

To the level of the sparks*

• Artist:Dionysos
• Album:Vampire en pyjama