Le lanceur de couteaux [English translation]

He has nothing on his back

And that’s good

She watches his hands

And that’s good

It’s a Native American

At least she, in her red boot,

She has to move,

He really must be

Completely crazy

To throw them like that

Like that x3 the knives

She has to really love it

Whether she gets hit

She has to really love it

For him to throw like that

Like that the knives

Always the knives

You touch her heart

That’s when she dies

If she sneezes,

She’s completely open.

As he no longer attaches her,

She feels lost,

Then the eyes blindfolded, don’t mess with them

He really must be

Completely crazy

To throw them like that

Like that x3 the knives

She has to really love it

Whether she gets hit

She has to really love it

For him to throw like that

Like that the knives

To others, she would have hidden her wounds

He white skin, him the paint,

To others, it would have hurt

Another would have been hurt

But yes, yes she’s his lucky star

She has to really love it

Whether she gets hit

She has to really love it

For him to throw like that

Like that the knives

She has to really love it

Whether she gets hit

She has to really love it

For him to throw like that

Like that the knives

Always the knives

• Artist:Pascal Obispo
• Album:Le grand amour