L'âme-stram-gram [English translation]

Into me, Into me, you whom I love,

Tell me, tell me, when what does not go,

There is it, that governs us,

Say me how many times ?

Sharing my most abyssal boredom,

To the first comer who will find this trivial

I heard whatever you confess,

And swarm chants, the inebriety

I heard all those you condemn,

Exhausting you, make you charming;

This is "The Âme Stram Gram"

Into me, into me, whom I love you,

Tell me, tell me, when that does not go,

There is only thing that governs us,

Say me how many times

Into me, into me, you whom I love,

Tell me, tell me, when that does not go,

Intrudes and slides, the abdomen

Into the hole, to me

Some absent one, Bourdon, a friendly ear,

Confidences on sofa we are psychoanalysis

I heard all that you whispered,

And Swarms beats the time,

I heard your oedipes complex

And swarms expresses:

This is "The Âme Stram Gram"

Ame Stram Gram

Pike and pike and colegram,

Fill and fill and ratatam,

Ame Stram Gram pike lady

Ame Stram Gram stings, bites me in the soul

Stuffed, stuffed, of male knots

Ame Stram Gram pike ladies

Chorus

Into me, into me, you whom I love,

Tell me, tell me, when what does not go,

• Artist:Mylène Farmer
• Album:Innamoramento