Vivante [English translation]
Vivante [English translation]
The colour of her skin
Is dark and bewitching
And the smell of her words
Blown from her angel's mouth
There's nothing more beautiful
There's nothing more beautiful than a tragedy
In a story of love
Of respect, of hate, or tears
She feels alive
Alive when she is sad
She's given her throne away again
Where she feels that she exists
When morale came*
To align itself with her dreams
To make her less responsible
For all her beautiful lies, lies, lies...
She invents games
Games of gooses and charm**
Your life is the pawn
And the devil takes your sole
She feels alive...
- Artist:Guillaume Grand
- Album:L'amour est laid (2010)
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