Libertine [English translation]

Ash of Moon, a small bubble foam

Pushed by the wind and I am burning, I catch a cold

Between my dunes rest my misfortunes

It's naked that I learned the virtue

I, I am a libertine

I'm a whore

I, I am so fragile

Whether they hold me the hand

Split the moon, kissing of spines and feathers

Cradled by a small wind I walk

Life is sad, like a glass of grenadine

Love is crying, when one bows

Chorus

When on your body, I fall asleep

I evaporate, baby you sleep and I wait for the dawn

When you take away my lips, a bitter taste

Reminds me that I'm in heaven

Ash of Moon, a small bubble foam

Lost in the wind I'm burning and I catch a cold

My heart is afraid, wet skin, I have no soul

Dad, they violated my heart

• Artist:Mylène Farmer
• Album:Cendres de lune (1986)