Tu es à moi [English translation]

I turn my words into a lacquered dress

To mould each one of my enamoured gestures

Which you keep for yourself

Just like a trophy of joy

Just like a Trojan horse

In which our lovemaking is hidden

I turn my heart into a music box

Which plays the delicious moments of our love

The bliss of being two

The bliss of two fires

Which take part in the same games

Sharing the same wish

You are mine

You are mine

I turn my steps into a funeral march

In honour of the past I'm leaving behind me

My love caught a fever

Between me and my lips

I signed with my lifeblood

A contract, a truce

You are mine

You are mine

You are mine

You are mine

You are mine

You are mine

You are mine

• Artist:Pierre Lapointe
• Album:Sentiments humains