À la longue [English translation]

I'm coiling in your arms

And I will only love you

In the long run

I love you and in my arms

If you do love me,

we extend.

Your carousel enchanted me,

whirling

Around the feeling of

Drowning

And the earth began to waltz

Sure that the bottom of ashtrays

Is not neat

You call me for help

My dear, my love and madness

My planet.

And you want silence

Do you really want some?

White light-years

Above

There was the rustle of your wings

And large blasts calling us

In the long run

Always flows wind up

And count me vomit

among them

Gold for sure is not far

Look carefully

Sutures and stitches

Do nothing

Where does this creature in a long dress come from?

And this rocket, still oblong

That stands.

It is proud and straight as an arrow

Who can guess how to tell it

To stop?

• Artist:Noir Désir
• Album:666 667 Club