Libertine [English translation]

Dust of the moon, a tiny bubble of foam

Carried by the wind, I’m feverish and catching a cold

Between my dunes rest my misfortunes

It’s nude, that I learn the virtue

I, I am libertine, I am a trollop

I, I am so fragile, someone hold my hand

Cut through the moon, kisses of thorn and feather

Cradled by a small wind, I wander

Life is sad like a glass of grenadine

To love is to cry when we lose

I, I am libertine, I am a trollop

I, I am so fragile, someone hold my hand

When you fall asleep, lying on me, I fade away

Babe you sleep and I wait for the dawn

When you break away from my lips, a bitter taste

Reminds me that I am in heaven

Dust of the moon, a tiny bubble of foam

Lost in the wind, I’m feverish and catching a cold

My body is scared, my skin is wet, my soul is gone

Papa, they raped my heart

I, I am libertine, I am a trollop

I, I am so fragile, someone hold my hand

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