Une autre histoire d'amour [English translation]

Where are you right now, I'm late

I pace up and down the aisles

While looking for what I don't know

Miss, I like you and you know it

Let me take you away, we will find a hideout

Safe from the world, safe from lacking of anything

Between the dew

And the shooting stars

I'm not the type of guy sitting next to you

You freeze and break me, there's something in you

that stops me from everything

I just want take you to the hallow of waves

Of breakers that lands on your sleeping body

In the shuffle of wind

And the noise of the night

We will outsmart the statistics, while ignoring the percentages

Of chances for me being able to unbutton your blouse

In the middle of thunderstorm

I'm not the type of guy sitting next to you

You freeze and break me, there's something in you

That stops me from everything

No, I'm not the type of guy sitting next to you

You freeze and break me, there's something in you

That stops me from everything

Everything

I only wish that you follow me to the speakeasies

In New York city

Listening to the 20s old jazz

Pursuing nothing

But you want my butter, my butter's money

And my dairyman's ass

But that pays troubles

Of giving flowers, of giving glasses

I'm not the type of guy sitting next to you

You freeze and break me, there's something in you

That stops me from everything

I'm not the type of guy sitting next to you

You freeze and break me, there's something in you

That stops me from everything

Everything

Oh, shit!

• Artist:Tim Dup
• Album:Qu’en restera-t-il ?